“Impossible dreams come true sometimes.”

The cool air moves everything, from a blade of grass to the blade of these turbines. I draw all power from the wind. My power. Energy to move, to run, to breathe again. With eyes closed, I let the wind bathe me, hug me as a friend. In the stillness of the evening, between inhale and exhale, new dreams materialise in the mind that is windswept and happy.