Have a habit of looking out the window for a while after I shutoff the radio alarm. Just for a few minutes or fifteen trying to get my bearings and drum up some gratitude. Casually watching the wind move through the trees is my joy. The wind animates my landscape.

Once daydreaming in church and looking out the windows at the dancing trees I imagined a system for categorizing trees that seemed new and important. Remember I went to forestry school once and studied taxonomy. But instead of a system based on physical structure of the trees I would categorize on the way that wind affects them. A system based on movement. That’s all pretty revolutionary in my mind anyway.

But I digress. But this morning it was absolutely calm for two hours which sort of never happens. I stared and stared looking for a zephyr. Oh, there was occasional movement that could be put down to birds and squirrels on their rounds which would attract my attention. But here I was being sucked in by this thing that was nothing really or really nothing and therefore the Mucho Ado About Nothing.

I was majorly relieved to see some wind around 0800. A little movement is reassuring apparently, like I am not alone, there is something to accompany me. And the wind still here at 0900.

Off I go.

reassuring loves, Felipé.