The wind was fearful at one time, when he was very young, timid, like a little boy.
Those days are long departed.
Now; he has confidence, formed from carving his name on the atmosphere
to touch the world in millions of fractions that push away all the knowledge and everything you know.
dusty secrets for you to unravel.
He lets you become yourself, to bring about laughter in the moisture of life.
From: Running Alone in Photographs – page 146-147. chapter – Bpien Tdoi