It’s wild « out there » tonight, fierce, icy wind whipping up rain and rousing the trees.
Wild? As in out of control? Not tame? Free?
Reminds me of a Zen story:
A student asks a master: « All wild thoughts of mundane passions are hard to subdue; how can they be quieted? »
The master replies: « Thinking of trying to annihilate wild thoughts is also wild thought. Although wandering thoughts are originally nonexistent, they are produced by our own conception. »
Let’s just say we were born to be wild.