HELLO MY FRIEND~
I drive past the pond almost daily and my eyes automatically search for my new friend. After a couple of weeks he seems to be waiting for me, almost expecting me. I am not quiet in my approach. This morning I sang a wordless lullabye. He watched patiently. I spoke of my dreams. He listened graciously. I felt the need to name him although I'm sure that in his world he already has a name of sorts. In my mind and in his presence I call him 'Wind'.
It is naive of me to think that Wind might recognize or even tolerate me personally but I am encouraged by his presence with me at the pond, whether he be perched above in a near by tree or circling low beneath the clouds that beckon him. There will come a morning when he will not be there on the old cotton wood and I will know that he has begun his journey northward. Already I am excited for him and what awaits him as his world opens up around him.
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