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  • It snowed again last night. I’m always amazed at how the sound of the city disappears under a blanket of snow. Cars and buses seem nonexistent, while the usual emergency sirens seem miles away. Only the sound of wind whistling through the icy tree branches and a few nearby wind chimes joins the sound of my walking.

    In summer, the branches are so clothed in green you don’t hear the wind, only the rustling of leaves. While today, the wind blows through the frozen branches howling and wailing like Irish banshees waiting for summer.

    As I look up through my favorite tree I think, maybe the trees aren’t waiting or sleeping. Maybe they like the cold air on their limbs, in the same way I like cool lake water in August. Maybe the winter wind awakens the trees lulled to sleep all summer.

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