Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.

Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?

It’s so windy tonight the window is rattling. I guess it’s time to turn off my fan and turn on my anti-hurricane machine that’s powered by love.

Sometime I wonder why I walk alone on this cold, windy road. Maybe I have no one to love or no one love me at all?

Like a statue, I’m hairless. Also like a statue, I have hair. Let’s make love like a dandelion goes bald in the breeze.

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.Suddenly, you know you are alive.