Dear Curiosity Journal,

A visitor recently pointed out that the sound of the wind streaming through the tall pines is “really great”. The aerial woodwind symphony stopped her in her tracks, staring up into the branches. Her observation ushered the sound from a familiarized background noise to the forefront of my focus. While hiking along the treeline, my gaze was drawn up into the bobbing boughs, swaying in the air currents, as if to music I couldn’t hear. I stood still, eyes closed, just listening. I tuned my ear to what I thought was a bird call, but discovered it was the creaking of the tree trunk holding the weight of the wind. Wood-warped within, she sang out, and I smiled. I will always be grateful to the guest who reawakened my awareness of the music in the trees.