Standing in the hot stillness, watching the waving of the tops of the trees as the storm comes, and listening to the waving leaves, my favorite sound in the world. I don’t know whether it is just that there is more wind up there, or that there are so many little leaf-sails to catch the wind, but the swaying up there is so different from how it is down here right now.
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I feel the storm approaching through your senses and the breeze refreshes me.