- John Colt: This tape's for you, Herb. If you find it. Herb, you know I've studied the wind, recorded its violence, all of my working life. The great storm here in New Zealand in '68. Hurricane Gina in the Fijis. Right up to the most recent Gilbert in the Caribbean. Massive devastation. I've followed the weather everywhere. And now... the weather's following me.
- Host: Clocks, hourglasses, barometers. Who has not lain on his back and wondered where the weather was born, and how it traveled, and why along the way it sometimes ate people alive. And then again late nights doesn't the wind outside your house scratch at your screen like a cat needing to be fed. And what then? Do you let the wind in, and what happens if you do?
- John Colt: In Tibet, I climbed up into the mountains, to the Valley of the Winds. The place where the winds gathered to plan their destruction. It was a vast evil mountain, hard, bony rock. Blasphemy to touch. I touched it. I climbed 7,000 feet to see what I should never have seen. It was terrifying. Not one wind, but hundreds. I hid in a cave, hearing the sound. But I sensed too much.