"Today I watched the beginnings of storm -- the first trickle of rain on the glass, the little graceful surrender of the trees to the wind. The thought flashed across my mind. I'll love it when I get to be a tree. Out of my senses? Delicious imagining. The romance of imagining making us see possibilities in the impossible. I shut the door quickly to crowd back the shadows." (from the writings of Irene V. Currey)