Serenade for change.

Last week there was the warm and windy day. It was one unexpected day that stood out against all the others. I don't know which one it was but I know that the sky was a perfect sort of blue, and that I'll never forget the goodness of the sweet-tempered wind. It was blowing softly out of the southwest, and I can still feel it on my skin, ruffling my hair, and caressing me into a calm and easy stillness. Sitting in my truck in the parking lot, I watched first as it gently coaxed the last yellow leaves off my favorite tree. There was a tenderness not often seen in a wind. It would tug a little on the leaves and the tree would hold tight, fighting against the force. Once the wind would die down, the tree would let go, releasing the leaves to float to the ground. Nestling down for a quick lunch time nap, it came to me much like it came to the tree. It rushed over me all at once, like a long forgotten memory, "let your leaves drop, let them gooo" it whispered as it soothed, "once again the spring will come." Over and over It whispered it's song to me, a hundred times in a perfect melody.