The wind was ripping at him as he entered the tree-shaded Ashram. The garden path led him to the riverside where he sat on a chair and looked out at the coursing river.
In a bid to move upstream, he observed, a small boat seemed to be stuck in the twilight. After a while the direction of the wind magically changed and the boat then gradually vanished from view.
He suddenly found the answer to his present predicament. The wheels of life, he thought, sometimes get stuck in a groove, but everything passes and you eventually get out of it.