Last
night, the wind blew so, and the rain poured most of the night.
This morning, I awoke to an eerie stillness and went out on the
deck to enjoy the fresh scents and watch the ocean roll slowly
by. There, I was treated to a symphony: the varied layers of trees
in the bluff seemed filled with different kinds of birds, each
singing their morning songs, to the gentle bass of the ocean waves
breaking (which surprisingly came to me in stereo... apparently,
those condos to the east are on a point, as I could hear the sea
beyond them.) As the sun began to rise, out of sight, the clouds
over the sea began turning pink and changed with the music, like
some amazing light show. As the light was slowly increasing, one
type of chirping was decreasing, as if some great conductor had
directed a
diminuendo to their section. I couldn't have had a better seat for the show,
as one featured artist (a small, bright orange bird) walked straight up to me,
along my railing, singing her solo lines. Just when I thought that the
brightness of the sky demanded a crescendo in the music, the neighborhood rooster
began crowing. Even after the half-hour light show ended, the music quietly continued,
enhanced now by the gentle rustling of leaves. It seemed
the Great Trees were applauding. I know my heart was.
