When the Wind Blows

Humans were the weakest species. Maybe that was why they could be the meanest animals.

Happiness is seeing Bear Bluff in your rearview mirror, but you better look damn quick.

Then right before my eyes, she flew. She actually flew like a bird. No, she flew as a young girl might fly, or a woman or a man, if people were meant to fly. She soared through the air. And that changed the course of my life forever.

Kit in the bough of the tree.