Originally Posted by rousseau

The wind is your enemy
Until you stop, give up, and turn around
And then it becomes your friend

This is a metaphor for life. Or marriage. Or getting lost during family vacations. Or something.

Sometimes, though, the wind is just a bastard, and follows you around, slapping you in the face and taunting you for not training enough during the winter, when the apple pie and other baked goods tasted so good.