Bass mirrors the rush of life emergent in this story, The Windy Day, from his collection about wild hearts grounded in Nature entitled, The Lives of Rocks.
The narrator and his four-month-pregnant wife, Elizabeth, set out for town during a wind storm to learn the gender of their fetus. Every hundred yards, they must stop to clear the road of fallen timber. The father-to-be narrator fires up the chain saw and cuts and cuts and rolls, then gets back into the truck and moves on until they must stop again and cut, cut, roll. It takes them an entire day (read lifetime) to reach the main road to town. As darkness falls, the father-to-be is ready to keep going; he feels he is making progress and is intent on beating the odds. Elizabeth says no, they’ll try again tomorrow.
Our father-to-be looks around him and imagines 16 years into the future when he and his daughter will ride horses through these woods, jumping over these fallen logs, or hauling the logs with his sixteen year old son…