Shouldn't…but Do

Wind out of the east.  Wind out of the south.  Barometer says rain, my weather stick says sun.  Flags whipping in a strong breeze, halyard rapping the pole sounds like a Christmas bell.

The wind is scouring – garden debris, summertime watering cans, holiday decorations, toys out for adventure in a different yard.  Trees in the greenbelt swaying ten feet side to side, their voices as loud as airplanes passing overhead.

Blue sky wed by wind to greening earth.  Presence.  A powerful landscape otherwise mistaken for a suburban neighborhood on another spring day.  But I saw it.  Heard it.  Awaken.  Time has come to call.