It has a patio slider door that I often keep open. Today the temperature is a mild 72 degrees, and the door is open. I was planning on going out to do a few errands, but there was something about the sound of wind rustling through the trees that caused me to want to be still and listen.
I live in a place in Arizona that is relatively cool in the summer, and cold enough in the winter to have occasional snowfalls. If I drove about 10 minutes from our home I would be in a forest of tall pine trees. But around our home we still have an abundance of trees. The one pine tree that stands just outside the room where I am sitting typing this note is called an Alligator Pine. It does not grow as tall as the Ponderosa Pine that you will find around 3 or 4 miles from or home. Our tree stands about 25-30 feet tall.
I love the sound of the wind blowing through trees. It has a calming effect on me, not that I was restless or nervous or anything close to these feelings. I think if I was even quieter than I am I would hear the words that the wind carries. Today, I feel that the wind is singing a song. That’s why I gave this piece of writing the title Wind Song.
It is clear blue-sky day, and this adds to the beauty of the scene I am painting through these words. We have had rains recently that have cleansed all the leaves of every tree and bush. Rays of sunshine are glistening on freshly washed leaves. The breeze coursing through the trees accents the shining leaves as they flutter and bounce happily in the wind. Like a musical concert I hear the ebb and flow of notes that range from the quite place to the increasingly bold crescendo. I am engrossed in these sounds and am very happy to experience Wind Song.