THE WIND PHONE
The Creek
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3 min readFeb 20, 2024
An essay
I watched rays from the fading California sun cast a shimmering glow across the large magenta bougainvillea that flourished in the lane across from my bedroom window. The wind tickled the brilliant papery leaves enclosing a small white flower, and I could hear a soft shooshing sound as the bracts brushed together.