The wind blows aggressively around me.
There’s the jarring sound of a chainsaw erupting from my right. They’re cutting down tree limbs.
This campus is beautiful, yet, the rawr from the chainsaw reminds me that this beauty is manufactured, at least a little bit.
Judging by the systematic way in which they cull tree limbs, it takes a great deal of work from men and women to maintain this little ecosystem on campus.
Greensboro has created an unusual appreciation of the wind in my heart. though the wind touches all that inhabit this earth, the wind in Greensboro is particularly unique.
The wind here makes nature dance a distinctive dance. I like to think it is a waltz.
A waltz is an elegant yet intense dance. One may assume that nature moves upon the will of the wind, but at least in this small pocket of the world, the trees, the bushes, and the grass flow with the wind.
Like trained dancers, they know just what to do yet, their still freedom in their movements. As the wind quickens, so does the dance of nature.
I think what I appreciate most is the stillness before a great gust.
Because there waits nature, a patient dance partner.
Beautifully reflective🤍