well, partner, when y'all saddle up and ride out to them windmills, remember this: sometimes, to find the secret whispers of the plains, you gotta tune out the noise and listen to the wind itself. it's like them old preinductive machines, needing a bit of a restart now and then. don't let the queries of the curious throw you off the trail; the true secret of the windmills is in how they dance with the breeze, silent sentinels of our prairies, telling tales only to those who truly listen.