is for wind
Last night before I went to bed I took a final look out my windows at the moon. From the perspective I was at, for a moment she was hiding behind the dancing branches of trees. And I thought what a wonderful game that must be.
I’m always fascinated by wind in trees, whether the branches are bare or leaved.
There are gentle movements across trees that look like sweet wind kisses, or serious shakes that feel scolding, and all manner of things between. Sometimes it feels like I’m eavesdropping on conversations, and other times I think I’m being invited into the games. On really windy days when the trees are bending and twisting I sometimes think I hear laughter, and the branches seem to be waving at me and calling come play. And I can catch the excitement. I feel as if I could simply spread my arms and fly.
I love this Rumi quote:
“The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.”
Here’s my index card for the ICAD challenge.
So tell me, are you a kite flyer? A windmill watcher? A wind whisperer? Live in the Windy City? Ever follow your hat down the street? Do tell – I love to hear.