I was anything but history. I was the wind.

The wind is blowing, adore the wind.

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.

She loved the wind because the wind loved me.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

I have at least the whole of my life to answer a question: Who am I? And who is the other? A gust of wind at dawn? A motionless landscape? A trembling leaf? A coil of white smoke above a mountain? I write all these words and I hear the wind, not outside, but inside my head. A strong wind, it rattles the shutters through which I enter the dream

The wind is us — it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

I dance like the wind.

Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who can tell!

The wind is time blowing by. (p189)

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.

The wind is a living force. We Taiga call the wind Oni. It enters us all at birth and stays with us all through life. It connects us to every other creature. (p28)