Song of the Winter Wind
I was up at 5AM yesterday morning. It was still dark and the wind was blowing around the house – from the North/West, and its melody sounded cold. I opened the window to experience the music of the wind more fully. From time to time there was a howl as the notes stretched around the corners of the house in a cold caress.
The yard light caught the air born flakes in its golden glow. It was like a cascade of diamond sparkles dancing to the song of the winter wind.
As I sat looking out, a gust of wind with snowflakes on its breath blew across my face. It felt like a touch from heaven as individual and unique ice crystals melted on my cheeks.
Sophie and Tucker sat with me, their noses raised. I took their silent reminder seriously and inhaled deeply. The scent of the winter wind was fresh, clean, and cool, but mostly it was indescribably wonderful.
Then the wind did a dosey-doe with the wooden swing; the metal hardware an off-key soprano.
The clacking percussion of bare, brittle branches joined in. They reminded me of the wooden sticks I was sometimes given in music class to play. They were drumsticks, without the drum. I grinned remembering how much fun it was to clack and sing. I think I was a very enthusiastic stick player – perhaps too much so. The memories of music class lingered, and soon my giggle startled the dogs. The teacher only pinched my finger once removing the sticks from my hands. I was so involved in the song (although no one but me was still singing) to hear her ask me to return them to her. My head was bopping and I remember very well the tingle in my toes urging me to stand and dance. I’m not talented musically – but I love it when music envelopes me.
It’s the same with the wind – it feels like I’m immersed in an invisible embrace.
I was brought back to the moment by a strong gust of wind – this time causing the snow to pelt my cheeks and the dogs to head for the warmth of their favorite blanket and mine. Another gust and another swirl of tiny flakes that stung helped me decide to close the window.
Snuggling in for a quick nap before starting the day, I turned back into the wind and listened as one gust followed on the heels of the one before it. I thanked God for the song of the winter wind and let it sing me back to sleep comforted by the muffled tap, tap, tap on the glass.
The Lord does whatever pleases him throughout all heaven and earth,
and on the seas and in their depths.
He causes the clouds to rise over the whole earth. He sends the lightning with the rain
and releases the wind from his storehouses.
Pslam 135:6-7 NLT
Until Next Time,