I know *you* won’t laugh at me for this.
(Donning my IDGAS suit for everyone else.)
Several years ago Mrs. Shibumi and I went on vacation in the Ozarks.
We had a really nice condo on a lake and across the bay was
a wall of trees as far as I could see in either direction.
As the wind blew through them, I swore I could “read” what
they were saying to me. But ten days later I left anyway.
Everything has a voice.
Not everyone listens.