The Winds Blow Past

Whenever anyone called my Dad old, he would say viejo es el viento pero mira como sopla (old is the wind but look how it blows). Today the winds were gusting as high as 40mph. As I drove to the Wills Hole conservation land, I saw a lot of tree debris in the road. While hiking on the trail, I noticed even more debris, no doubt remnants of today's winds and those of winds past.

The trees creaked and swayed, and there were many of them like this one, leaning on another for support.

I sat for a while facing the bog, watching as the winds pushed the water in ripples, letting my upper body sway away, allowing the strong air to rush through me. The winds blow past and once we experience it, stand back up, and clear its remnants, we can truly see the the underlying beauty before us.