Monday, February 18, 2013
THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
Tonight the wind is blowing 35 knots gusting to sixty. There is something majestic and primitive and daunting in the din of the wind as the cabin creaks under its primeval force. It has often been described as a howl or a scream, but it actually sounds like a might surge of water through rapids or over a water fall: indescribable – unique in itself.
This winter we have had two trees near our cabin come down in high winds.
I remember vividly lying in bed with my wife in a small one room log cabin deep in the Alaska wilderness, listening somewhat apprehensively as the wind swept through the forrest in the arctic deep freeze, and trees cracked like rifle shots nearby.
There is a power of the wind that makes you feel insignificant and childlike. Refuged in a cabin, snuggled under the covers in bed, lying awake and listening as nature vents her forces beyond our control – this sound is one of my favorite things.