what was the first wind?  was it the breath of God pressing the paper against the sky?   This trip...whew...a good one.  I saw their eyes and hearts again.  I heard them cry when we left - more leavings - more forgetting they think.  more leavings and a really bad case of food poisening socked me hard in the gut.  that wind thing -- gone. 

i had this dream the other night.  some people, I don't know them, and I were flying kites in a cloudy dusk.  my kite was like a giant bell shape and I could here the wind rattling the paper.  i tugged the string over and again: just ducking their lines, through some trees, and finally into the sky so high it dissapeared into the clouds.  i could still hear it rattling though.  it was a gurgling effect of muffled crisp paper being jostled gently by wind.  there was something refreshing about the sound.  i could hear the wind.  i could feel it tugging at my hand, pulling me somewhere. 

i am not sure what the first wind was but this second wind is kind of nice.  one of my favorite songs about Him being the air I breathe is rattling around in my brain.