AFTER MY ASSISTANCE

at Mischa's photoshoot, I cycled on the new path on top of the dunes. A strong south wind made me almost stand still. But I persevered although I now and then wavered if I not better could return and let me flow with the wind.
Then when I came near 's Gravesande I turned and cycled the old path back.
At one point I saw little rabbits munching some grass and in the fields near Monster the horses, almost all standing still with their backs to the wind. Some stood lonely eating, like the one in the blip.

My haiku:

Against the strong wind
I struggled, won in the end
Clearing my grim mind

And the proverb:

Those who in quarrels interpose,
Must often wipe a bloody nose.