Wind is a floating wave of air, whose undulation continually varies.

We're still floating on air.

Consistency is found in that work whose whole and detail are suitable to the occasion. It arises from circumstance, custom, and nature.

Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.

She could easily have never skied again. When you're 40, 50 feet in the air and a puff of wind comes along and kind of blows you off course, you can end up with a bad problem. ... It's like jumping out of a third-story window and landing on your feet.

This is a pitcher's ballpark. The wind swirls here, so anything hit in the air isn't going to go anywhere.