“Oh, I love it when the wind
shakes the trees this way.”
I paused to look at the row of trees as they shook in the wind. Each of
them three or four storeys tall, their branches were shaking wildly, leaves
flailing. If they’d been that new kind of piezoelectric windmill, they’d have
been generating an immense amount of electricity.
“Oh, come on,” Beppe groaned (almost whined, really). “Enough with your ‘Children
of the night, what music they make’ routine. Let’s get going.”
“Dude, you have no appreciation for nature. I’ll bet if we did hear
wolves howling outside the cabin when we were up there, you’d complain about
that.”
I did continue walking, though.
“There aren’t any wolves in the Coast Range, are there?”
“Not yet. Maybe soon.”
“Man, that’s nuts. Why would we allow them to come back, when there are
so many of us living in Oregon now?”
As we got closer to the house, we approached a place where a row of tall
hedges were being tossed by the wind, and the top of their shadows fluttered
around our feet like dry surf.
I pointed down.
“Look at that. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yeah, okay, don’t stop, wouldya?”
“For cryin’ out sake, why be like that? The world around us is beautiful,
and all you can do is grumble and kvetch.”
“I just want to get home, is all.”
“Okay, okay. Man, I’m coming.”
I sighed. If he needed to pee, he should just say so.
http://firstknownwhenlost.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-wind-and-light-are-working-off.html
The Magic Eight-Ball says: "Corvallis really is lucky to have so much beautiful weather."
