"He walks towards my place, nearby. The winds stopped and now a gentle breeze in my face and I drink it in. His foot-fall is rhythmic and steady as he walks into my view. I move from one foot to another and he gains the distance in each track. I speak in a tone and listens, he looks to me and climbs, looks back and vanishes. He is gone, but the breeze moves him along a new trail. The wind returns now and I stand in gravel...my visit."