Wind

Tonight I had the insatiable desire to go outside for a while, so I sat down. I sat and listened, and the wind spoke. I was thinking that when you hear the wind, except for when the wind is really strong or fast (like how it howls when it's blowing very hard, or how it sounds like a train when a tornado is coming), it's not really the wind you hear, but really the sound of things that the wind strikes, like the leaves which rustle softly, whispering as the wind caresses them. Or perhaps you hear the soft tinkling of wind chimes as they clatter in the breeze. There was a nice, soft gentle breeze whispering through the night as I sat, enjoying it, until the desire felt fulfilled. So now I'm journaling it, because I feel this event will corelate with something in the future, while at the moment I really can't think of any significant correlation.