Longleaf Stories

full circle in the hundred acre wood

What a strange sound: like the deep musical tones one can coax out of an empty soda bottle, only much louder.

I froze, then leaned into the open window, one leg cocked flamingo style.

There it was again — only this time I could hear a whole range of tones. It sounded like part of a scale. Beautiful, but strange.

It reminded me of space ship music from the movie, E.T.

I looked and listened, listened and looked. What was producing that sound? Finally, I focused on the piles of concrete block stacked all around the construction site. The wind was getting under the block and singing its way out through the holes in the block. Fantastic.

Buck and I sat across from each other to eat our lunch. He ate a bowl of bean soup. I ate half a cheese sandwich and a carrot. Not even in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with its many street musicians who play their hauntingly lovely wood flutes, were we serenaded by concrete wind chimes.

concrete wind chimes






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