The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.