The Event Horizon

There are four winds, like there are four directions. That’s for sorcerers and whatever sorcerers do. Four is a power number for them. The fist wind is the breeze, the morning. It is the herald of the day. It comes and goes and gets into everything. Sometimes it is mild and unoticable; other times it is nagging and bothersome.
The breeze is the East. (Ring, 40)

The breeze is gay and sleek and shifty. (Ring, 41)