The Symphony Of Breeze

Last night I heard it. Finally.

I jumped for the TV remote to mute it during a family show and eagerly asked, “Do you hear THAT???”

The sound of the fall breeze pushing its way through the fading leaves.

How many leaves must rustle together, their newly crisped edges touching their neighbors, to create the symphony of breeze? How many combinations of sound are we surrounded by, unaware of the complicated connection of their countless melodies?

The sound of wind has always been a favorite sensory experience. When we moved to the Midwest, our yard was in a former cornfield. One courtesy tree per front lawn. In other words, no leafy songs to comfort me.

I hadn’t realized how powerfully connected I was to those sounds, until they were suddenly gone from my world. What I’d always taken for granted, no longer available.

Then, one tiny flying leaf from the front yard became a sprout in the backyard. Near our windows. It grew and flourished. We planted a few fruit trees. And they continue to grow.