At the end of summer there comes a time when the wind changes. I can be out walking and there it is. Suddenly an old soul of a breeze blows through and around me and I know it is the breath of approaching autumn. There is wisdom in and a sated feel to it. It has seen many things, been many places and is ready to sit for a while and enjoy the memories.
This morning as I was out before breakfast a different breeze arrived. It was cold and fresh like a glass of cool water and just as quenching. It was spring's breath; full of youth and possibility, new ideas and energy. It was eager to keep moving. Beautiful and thrilling as a young foal.
We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds—that's all I've wanted, to walk in such a place with you, with friends: an earth without maps.
~ Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient