“Sometimes the wind along the Pacific shore blows so hard it steals your breath before you can inhale it.”

“There are no birds in a formation to cut the wind, so when you fly on your own, the struggle is yours alone and you must be stronger than those in a flock. The wind blows hard. Fly.”

“So when you inhale and exhale, notice your breath and realize God is dwelling in your chest.”

“There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.”

“Time is a keyhole, he thought as he looked up at the stars. Yes, I think so. We sometimes bend and peer through it. And the wind we feel on our cheeks when we do - the wind that blows through the keyhole- is the breath of all the living universe.”

“I am forever walking upon these shores,Betwixt the sand and the foam,The high tide will erase my foot prints,And the wind will blow away the foam,But the sea and the shore will remain forever.”