Answer:
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Big as a biscuit, deep as a cup, but even a river canβt fill it up. What is it?
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
I can only be played on a windy day