Its nice to sit on the porch at 1 am. The city has gone to bed - no children playing in the street, no chainsaws running in the backyard, no teeny-tiny dog wearing a daiper in the front yard that causes you to yell at your son because he won't stop chasing it with the plastic bow and arrow set he got this past summer. Nope...just the sound of the wind in the trees.
If you listen closely you can hear it coming from down the street...that sweet rustling. Then the great gust of wind reaches your porch and it swirls your hair around your face and causes you to take a deep breath...as if to enhale its energy. Then it moves on from you in search of the next person it can bless with its refreshing presence.
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