What the Wind Knows

by Amy Harmon

And all the opinion in the world doesn’t change the past.”

Don’t revel in tragedy, Annie. Rejoice in love. And once you find it, don’t let it go. In the end, it is the one thing you won’t regret,” Eoin

Life, religion, and learning were exactly that. A series of choices. If I had tried to consume everything that was presented to me all at once, I would have become too full too quickly, and all the flavors would have run together. Nothing would have made any sense in and of itself.

So many lives lived. And when we died, we simply vanished. A few generations would go by. And no one would know we even were.

No one would remember the color of our eyes or the passion that raged inside us.

but he brushed me off.

I didn’t say half the things I should have said, and what I did say wasn’t delivered well.

but he’s generous that way.

Love isn’t blind, it’s blinding.

reveled in the possibility of permanence,

Maybe that’s my answer. A man won’t suffer or sacrifice for something he doesn’t love. In the end, I suppose it all amounts to what we love the most.

confidence born of commitment,

with total commitment and careful attention to detail.