His music has a unique style.

I found a swing in the park.

He was delighted with the unexpected profit, saying 'When the wind blows, the cooper profits.'

He scattered seeds in the garden.

When I opened the window, a single blast of wind came into the room.

He was melting iron using a bellows in an ancient blacksmith's shop.

He was surprised to hear the news.

As if signaling the end of spring, the cherry blossoms scatter.

The music is too loud, my concentration disperses.

San Pedro is part of a community in Los Angeles, an old name.