Shifting Tides - Part 3

From the stones, it went to the buildings. From the buildings, it went to the snow. With a problem so immense that the mind could not readily solve it, with every solution and every known path already so well ploughed, that there could be no more thinking to be done, it danced from everything, to everything. From the birds, to the trees, to the wind again… And then finally, back down to his men. He sank his chin deep into his palm, his expression not exactly that of a General. He just sat there, and watched, and listened, going back to the cook that was being berated for his poor performance.