The wind was rushing in...
The wind was rushing in from the storm at sea. The little boy was leaning into the wind and laughing with joy at how far he could lean without falling. The wind held him up. The wind seemed to take his breath away and to fill his lungs with a new breath all at the same time.
Leaves and sand and sea spray flew around the little boy and he laughed with the excitement of the world in the motion of the wind.
"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from on where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."
