“And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden, evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it.”
“The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.”
“A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.”
“Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.”
“We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.”
“Rush to danger; wind up nowhere.”