Does it feel odd that I start an entry called "Wind" with this quiet image of autumn's fall? Here's where we find the results of today's wind - lying at the roots of trees and along the walkways. These are the ones that have found a place of calmness amid the whipping wind that played with leaves and branches most of the day. At moments, walking was hard with the wind in my face. I love that resistance - it reminds me of being human, limited.
Yet the movement in the trees was what this walk was really about. The willows along the banks were agitated, positively anxious with the wind. I couldn't get a shot really, not even braced against a tree to hold the camera still.
Yet they brought me many lessons. Of course there was the "bending" one, about the benefits of flexibility. But deeper, I felt a joyousness at being so buffeted, at the possibilities that are brought about by being pushed out of your normal experiences. I stumbled along with the other humans, and watched the tender branches thrash and crash about, seemingly without affect, without end. Until, that is, the wind stopped. And then it was back to that old, slow autumn reality. Did it ever really go away? Is it any more or less real, having experienced the extremity of the wind?
I walked home, chilled by now, eyes burning. And it did seem to me that everything was different. Cleaner, the way it feels after big rain or a long cry. Brighter, the way the sun shines out on a cloudy day. Not quite a celebration.