[The wearer of these sandals] did not look out on swirling dust devils or miles of alkali and sand flats, as we did that hot August day, but on a great lake with wavelets lapping against a beach below the cave.

There's not a lot of happy campers around here with just the way things have been going. The old adage is 'hard work will get you out slumps.' It's certainly not a lack of effort on our part. We've got to get a win or two to get the confidence back.

The wind was really swirling. It was tough at times.

The wearer best knows where the shoe pinches.

Clay. It's rain, dead leaves, dust, all my dead ancestors. Stones that have been ground into sand. Mud. The whole cycle of life and death.

You will understand that all of us are devils in the skins of men.