Listen, the Wind!

Windy at 6.30 in the morning, a strange and pleasant awakening, after many months of dull morning stillness. Even the huge wooden Egyptian chimes are making their gurgling-water music. And you can hear the trees again.

All along your morning walk, flower-carpets on the road - yellow, pink, small white buds. Didn't even know that thick-leafed tree had small green flowers in it, until you see them all in a carpet today. Brought back a fallen frangipani, still fragrant.

Heard wind-chimes in houses along the way for the first time. And noticed a lot of houses to whom you would like to gift chimes. And a lot of trees on which you would like to hang chimes, giving them voice. Like in the park at Pondicherry. Subtle music all day, calming, soothing, slowing down the madness inside heads.

I hope this is the start of the windy season. The wind changes everything. Draws you out of your head, says drop everything and just listen to me, feel me. You are not walking alone anymore.

Your favorite element, the wind is an old friend, come back to subtly break into the solitude of your busy-ness, your no-awareness, your living-in-your-headness.