“A once close but very dear friend who found her way to central Texas told me over a decade ago that on windy days — when the gales press the windows and the sky is fogged with dirt — that someone somewhere near is making an extremely important, life-changing decision. We have that kind of windy day today. I can only pray that whoever is making that decision arrives upon the choice that is right for them. For I already miss the unvarnished sunlight.”