Brown Skies and Naked Trees
Sharing a world with birds
The sky is still blue and there is only a light breeze blowing. All the birds have shut up and left, their morning symphonies finished. I have often wondered where all the birds go during a major windstorm like what I experienced yesterday. Where do they go?
The sky was brown yesterday afternoon during the windstorm. While walking slanted down the street I momentarily imagined myself walking in Beijing. Of course, the sky was brown here, not because of pollution, but rather because of all the dirt and dust and topsoil being blown into the air by the ferocious wind.
I then momentarily imagined being in the Great Dust Bowl. I was in a different life in a different place at the time so I have no direct nor indirect experience with that epic historical windstorm. But looking around me I got a little taste of it.
But now I am behind the comfort of glass. I can see the tree branches swaying in the breeze but I cannot feel it on my skin. While the sky is still blue now we have been warned that we will have another windstorm later today.
And I wonder where the birds will be hiding. Where do they go?
I have often fantasized about what it would be like to be a giant tree and then suddenly have a huge flock of songbirds land on my branches and start singing. Would that be orgasmic, or what?
It looks to be like today may be one of those days when it’s best to just stay home all day. Why not? I do happen to have a lot of house cleaning that needs to get done. Of course, there’s no point in dusting because after the sand/wind storm I’ll just have to dust again.
Maybe I’ll just sit here at my desk. I have a great view of both my laptop and the dancing naked trees on the other side of my window. As I watch the dancing tree branches I realize that they won’t be naked for long. Another week or two or three and the little urban forest in which I live in peace and harmony with the birds will transform into a shimmering oasis of green.
Imagine being naked for half the year and then the other half you were fully dressed. And the half of the year during which you are naked is the coldest half of the year! Trees are amazing beings.
In case you did not notice I happen to be a tree hugger and bird freak. I really do hug trees. Imagine putting your arms around a giant tree and pressing your body up against its mighty trunk. Then imagine a huge flock of birds landing in the tree and singing their little lungs out….
I am so grateful the birds share their world with us. One of these days I’m going to figure out where they hide during storms.
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