Tilting at windmills is an English idom which means attacking imaginary enemies or fighting unwinnable battles.
The phrase is sometimes used to describe confrontations where adversaries are incorrectly perceived, or courses of action that are based on misinterpreted or misapplied heroic, romantic or idealistic justifications.
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They captured me! The little ones! Plastic! Multicolored!
They were dazzlingly turning in the wind…
… traveling while seemingly standing in colorful place…
… helped by their best friend–the wind!
The windmills of my mind started to turn! Immediately!
The idea possesed me, aided by the Sun wich was blueish pinkish yellowish white that cartoon drawn evening!
I saw them! In my hair! Like a shot!
When idea comes to you make that one idea your life-think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body be full of that idea…and just leave every other idea alone.
These are wonderful personal Earthly moments…when one you greets another!
…and hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices.
It is vanity*s proving ground!
Hair brings one*s self-image into focus.
The wind loves to ruffle your hair 🙂
Especially when it*s full of multicolored windmills!
…There*s no wind on Earth that doesn*t like windmills…
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at the end of the day I met Little Miss Sunshine, Ela
on her Dragster of Doom!
I gave her my Windmill and she gave me a Gift!
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