A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.
A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.
My mind has become somewhat like a book. What I mean by that is that when I look at the world, I see it as a story.