Monday Morning

The sun is up, much later than in June. It's windy today - seems like our dog days of August only lasted a week. It's the only time of the year when it's really still most of the day. I do not mind the wind. Unlike my mother who grew up in the dirty 30s. She remembers the wind coming and the youngsters hiding underneath a window to try and escape the coming cloud of dust. I like the wind. The sound of the wind blowing in the pines or the cottonwoods, the sounds are a "joyful noise unto the Lord." Unlike music or television, the sound of the wind in the trees, the flowing river, waves pulling at the shore, birds, the sound of insect wings, or better yet hummingbirds... that's music for your soul.