Seek to Hold the Wind Quotes

“then he struggled to widen his perspective the way his father had taught him. Everything becomes memory, Detlev had said. For those memories he would want to cherish, he must find something specific for each of the senses to anchor the immediacy: the twining vine shaping the brass lamp for sight; the smell of beeswax polish along the wooden banister he’d run his fingers along each day; for touch, oh, the silken tassel on the narrow tapestry Master Orthal’s mother had embroidered to fit into an awkward space between the doorway and the end of the stair. Taste would be the fresh, hot tartlets he’d shared with the other students, and hearing, those voices from the big room, singing “Antivad the Wanderer, Oh!”
― Sherwood Smith, Seek to Hold the Wind