Wind Sounds

Coming and going, crashing against the leaves almost like waves. She was often mistaken for her sister, the ocean. But on crisp fall days such as this one, she loved to coast around with the fallen leaves, browned and crispy – heralding the start of the leafless season. Her favorite pastime was in fact making music, flowing through the wings of crickets and swaying the branches of timbering trees, creating her own soothing harmony. Hearing the chatter of the crows, she couldn’t help but gossip, playing messenger from bird to bird. Some days, she was a sly trickster, blowing papers out of unsuspecting students. Other days, she was a force to be reckoned with, carrying out the wills of her mother, Nature. Through the centuries she’s been mistaken for the cunning fae, the tree hugging dryads, or even the all powerful gods – but she was all that and so much more. And her name was…

By Corey Vinet ‘30