“I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect for others, and eventually thought neither of us knew it at the time, chess games... Come from the South, blow from the wind -- poom!-- North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen. ”
“Let the winds come from the sea and blow seeds about, seeds of the north, south, east, and west. Let the moths beat their wings against the windows and the fishermen cast curious glances. Let them come, let them return, let them reach.”
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
“Abby watched his feathers blow in the wind, and she watched as the peahens followed with all of their strength. They followed because it was all they had ever doen; they followed because it was all they knew how to do.”
“I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.”
“Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.”