I guess it was during that wind storm back in 76 that I became a fan of wind. Not because of its destructive power, but because of the sounds it makes as it echoes through each corner and corridor as far as my ear can hear. It was like a symphony that day. From then on I believed I could hear music coming from other times and places sounding the passions of different people with tormented faces.
Music in wind.... and silence, make the parallels in life seem tollerable. Both offer a transition into another frame. This momentary frame brings joy and heartache. Both of these things are parallels running in the same direction. They are unified in our sporadic walk through our time and place. It is the wind that sings the momentary song.
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