The Harms of Undertow

I was searching for something.
A shell!
But I could not find a shell. Why would I need a shell, I asked myself. And the wind replied that I would know. When I found the Shell.
I found a shell then. I didnt know what to do with it. The wind did not said a word.
So I ran.
And as always, I outran the wind.
The cold morning wind, that used to cut my hands.
And my hands did hurt. But they became strong.
And I ran with my hands, far away, to a far away place, and in that place I wasn't afraid.
In that place, I am at peace.
I am in peace.