"WOOOOOOOOSH"
That sound done quietly replicates the sound the wind makes when whispering through a pine woods in New Hampshire. Or in any big woods of pine trees for that matter. It gets a little louder when the winds get up to around fifty mph, but no matter where I go in this great country I can still hear it when I am in a quiet corner and close my eyes.
Blowing too hard and one can hear the "Booooooonk" as one tree sways squarely into another. Primary trunks and main branches crashing into one another. An occasional "Scraaaaaaaaaaaank", the sound slowly drawn out when two giants scrape together and the bark has to learn to be tough to sustain life.
But lesser winds only produce the "Woooooooosh", a soothing sound that is the lullaby of the north woods.
I guess that the competition for sunlight makes tall and spindly pine trees reach into the clouds where they can pick up some additional moisture when the night winds and breezes give way to a foggy morning calm. On such mornings there is an Erie feeling to the woods, quiet has returned after a night of blowing winds, and the critters of the big woods awaken to call to their kin and search for food.
It's a palpable feeling that stays with one regardless of future journeys. One only needs to close one's eyes to re-experience such solitude amidst the struggle of the giants.
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