Water
and wind speak to each other in a language that many both see and hear. But
knowing is different from seeing or hearing and together, seeing and hearing
cannot produce knowing without the passage of many seasons. After many seasons
however, something changes. Maybe a note from the summer plays like a fugue
through the season and continues into the fall. Its presence swells in your
consciousness and you finally hear what the water and wind are saying. You
hardly noticed the passage of time.
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