The sound of wind

I sit here writing and listening to the sound of the wind. It’s a stormy night, and the seasons are changing. With it comes not only a change in time but a chance in pace.

I like autumn and spring because they are seasons of change. A transition. A changing of weather and a changing of the year. Summer can be amazingly long, as can winter. Yet these 2 other months seem so very short at times.

I am trying to take in every droplet of rain, every smell of leaves falling, every sound of the crisping they make before breaking down into the ground again. Every temperature drop as it goes towards winter. Because this season goes so fast, that pace is such a fast change.

So I sit here, listening to the sound of the wind and taking a moment to enjoy the season change.


One response to “The sound of wind”

  1. Topher says:

    This is beautifully poetic.

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