The sound of the wind in the trees is reminiscent of the breaking of the waves along the shoreline.
As I lay here listening to the sound, my mind latches onto a memory, and for a moment I can taste the salty sea air.
The cool breeze washes over me, and I’m transported, if only for a few seconds, to the sea.
The bed is gone, the room is gone, the house is gone. It’s not just the wind in the trees, nor but a blanket about my feet.
It’s a trick played by my mind, that I’ll happily embrace. I momentarily feel the sand between my toes, and the ocean breath on my cheek.
As the wind fades, I’m brought back to reality. But it is with a small smile, as I listen to the wind up in the tall trees.
For its takes me home in my memories. Memories that are forever triggered by a slight sight, sound, or taste, which can bring us such pain, or joy.