“...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...”
“A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.”
“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.”
“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”
“A few strands of his long, dark hair had been caught by the wind and blown against his face. Without thinking, she reached up and smoothed the strands away from his skin, wishing she could smooth away the pain etched there.”
“Stop allowing your day-to-day life to be clouded by busy nothingness.”