As the mountains roll nearer, we abandon the air conditioning, woefully inadequate at the best of times, open the windows and labrador-like, let the clean mountain air whip around our ears.

She was a beautiful girl, especially when the wind blew her long hair.

The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky.

It' s a warm, breezy Saturday night and she wants to find a place outdoors with sufficient light so she can sit and read the novel she' s grasping in her right hand.

Then I lay there, listening to the boiler roar, and feeling the cool air on my face as it came through the half-open kitchen door, and the warm water on my body.