“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...”

“...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...”

“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...”

“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...”

“...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...”