If it's not the most elemental sound we know, it's close. At times it means that the weather will be cooler or colder for a while. It may dry things off after a rainstorm, or spread the rain if the storm continues.
At bottom, though, wind means that the world continues. That the silent beat still runs under nature. In its simplicity, wind is a beautiful sound. Something that belongs to us all.
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I've always been entranced by the poems of Rainer Rilke:
A Walk
My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has an inner light, even from a distance-
and changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.
That's a magnificent soundscape you've presented. I've complained more than once about having been raised in the countryside where there was little opportunity to make friends. But what was good about it was very good: the lake, of course, and being able to walk across the fields to the woods that seemed infinite. I'll always remember summer afternoons lying on the grass listening to the wind sough through the trees, the sound of the
Earth breathing.
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