Oh yeah, a gust’s like a secret handshake from the sky—one moment it’s a gentle nudge, the next it’s a wild sprint. I keep my feet light, almost like I’m dancing on air, and I let the wind tug at my clothes instead of pulling me down. I trust the rhythm of the breeze, so I feel the push but I stay balanced, letting the wind carry me but never letting it own me. It’s all about feeling the pulse and keeping my steps loose—no heavy routines, just pure, spontaneous flow.