March 10, 2002

Last night I had the windows partially open and woke up somewhere in its hourlessness to the wind combing itself through the trees. It sounded like the tide, and in that semi-conscious state, I forgot myself, and was innocent, and heard the wind for the first time. Startled by this novelty, I arose, glad to live in a world where there's wind that, unprovoked, arrives from some direction that I can't fathom with my local mind, and that I can hear it drag and rattle through the forest.

Posted by erich at March 10, 2002 10:35 AM
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