If you always just sat inside and looked out the window, you might assume that trees can dance. They all seem to dance together, to sway at the same time. They must communicate somehow. See them moving and swaying in unison? Who could question the dancing of trees. Stepping outside, of course, you would feel the wind rush across your skin, tousle your hair, blow your shirttails with the trees. Stepping outside, you suddenly know the wind, something you never dreamed through the glass. Suddenly all the trees become less magical and less alive, their magic and vitality stolen by the capricious wind. Everything makes more sense now, but the world seems somehow diminished, until we turn our mind to the magic of the wind, the way the wind dances. Eventually we will learn about pressure, about aerodynamics and the behavior of air molecules in open and closed systems. Eventually the magic of the wind will be stolen away by some other thing, more meta, more invisible, more mysterious. This is the way of the universe. There are more windows than you can imagine. There are winds you never dreamed. It all makes sense in the end, no doubt. As for me, I'm in no hurry to understand. I'm content, for the most part, to side behind the glass, sip my coffee, and watch the dancing trees.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
