A Poetic Musing

As I began developing Carpe Ventus, I was inspired to articulate some of the unique power I find in riding the wind.

There is something primally victorious about harnessing any of the elements in a tangible way.  Swept along in the very breath of nature, the merciless elements become our playground.  We revere the striking, ever fresh canvas of water and sky.  We hear the call of the wind and we cannot completely dismiss it.  Finding the flow in that liminal space has entered our blood and became a part of who we are.  When the conditions align, all we want to do is rig up and ride.  Carpe Ventus.

Dreaming about seizing the wind: This is the product of being stuck in a meeting on the perfect afternoon for windsurfing.