A note from Wind

      I fill the spaces with air and water. Movement is everything. Today, I passed by your house. Did you hear me? I whispered to you. It’s all right if you missed me; I’m still there if you listen for me. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll shout.

      Do you notice the world’s texture? I feel it everywhere I go. The sharp edges you humans like to construct – I strike these and it makes me curl back on myself. I feel the smoothness of glass and painted siding, and the wonderful roughness of brick. I love trees the best – each one has a different feel. Some have bark so deep, I could explore there forever. The branches and leaves are so playful the way they try to catch me and hold on. Can you hear when they laugh? It’s hushed, not like your vocal laughs (which are wonderful in their own way – do you realize you make me with those outbursts?), so you must open your ears to hear. And the way they wave as I pass! Oh yes, I love the trees.

Fun with Wind

(Photo thanks to samlevan on stock.xchng)

      Ah, I wanted to thank you for hanging the chimes! I so like to sing through them. When I first found chimes, I really knew that you had an ear for wind-song. It was a happy day for me, to realize I was not alone and unnoticed.

       I’d like to sing with you someday. Will you step outside some summer afternoon and stand by that wonderful maple tree that shades your yard and just hum along with the leaves’ laughter? Oh, that would be grand!

Isn't music what life’s all about anyway?