“Winter reaches its peaknot when a great wind screamsfrom the top of its lungs, but when a lazy breeze whispers from the bottom of its heart”
“At least I know what love is. Like clouds love the sky, ocean loves sand, winter loves snow, snow loves breeze, it's all connected. It's called unconditional love. It's in our heart.”
“And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand.”
“And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!”
“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.”
“A breeze lifted off the ocean and several hundred notes from the wind chimes tinkled like ice shaken in silver cups. They altered the mood of the forest the way an orchestra does a theater when it begins tuning up its instruments.”