Of Wind and Water

Wind at Southwick State Park Beach

Disclaimer: You might want to mute the video before you start it — or perhaps, like me, you love the sound of wind (even if it’s slightly magnified by an iPhone microphone).

The wind was so loud that day, Chris and I couldn’t hear each other talk as we walked into the wind. That was some tough walking, haha.

Walking back to the car, I think I could have flown. So fun.

Wind at Southwick

A wonderful poem by Amy Lowell.

The Wind

He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
He steals the down from the honeybee,
He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
He twirls my kite till it breaks its string.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,
He whirls the wings of the great windmills,
The weathercocks love him and turn to discover
His whereabouts — but he’s gone, the rover!
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.

The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,
The flowers bend low in courtesy,
Each wave flings up a shower of pearls,
The flag in front of the school unfurls.
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind,
North, South, East and West,
Each is the wind I like the best.

More of Amy Lowell’s poetry can be found in Google Books.

Contrast

We live a bit more than 10 minutes from the beach (Lake Ontario). When Lauren and CJ were visiting, it was cloudy, but we told them it didn’t necessarily mean it was cloudy at the beach. Although it’s only 10 minutes away, the weather is often quite different. We shared this story with them:

There was one day a couple of years ago where I thought Chris would be joining me at the beach. I waited and waited, and I managed to get a nasty sunburn while waiting (unusual for me–I usually tan). When I got home, I found out Chris had been thinking I’d show up any minute all day since it was so rainy ๐Ÿ™‚

Anyway. Coming home from the beach we had a decent illustration of this, which I find so fascinating. It’s in the featured image for this post (at the top). Check out the grey skies as we face home, then look at the image in the rear-view mirror. That’s the beach.

Sunset at the beach

Bonus image that has nothing to do with the post — except that it’s a pretty shot from my favorite beach. Couldn’t resist adding it ๐Ÿ™‚

Inspirational Quote

It seems from the time my dogs are puppies they are continually trying to win my heart and I theirs. What a joyous relationship. Robert G. Wehle

Wouldn’t it be amazing if we did that with all humans, too?

  Imagine a culture where we were all trying hard to win each other over by enjoying life together and constantly trying to please each other without a selfish agenda. Lat year, I wrote about the amazingness of Wehle State Park. And I posted a picture recently from this place. It’s still a dream place, especially if you have a dog.  

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