Because of a trick of the wind, I can hear a chord in the air.
For the music geeks, it’s a B, F open fifth, with an occasional third in there. Very hollow. Very distinct.
I thought for a bit that my brother was sitting out at the gazebo, playing the prayer bowl. I wandered out there to see, and it was empty … I thought he might have gone further into the woods … it seemed louder out there … but I checked and the bowl was in its usual place. On a whim, I took the bowl and walked back along the stream, occasionally sounding the bowl. Eventually I got chilly and realized that I had wandered a fair distance back. However, thanks to the path I’ve been building, it was an easy walk.
I suspect that it’s the power plant about 2 miles away … something to do with the wires.
The stars are very beautiful tonight.
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