Windy Spring Night Near the Ocean

The forest canopy is thick, layered, and tall. Blocking out most of the starlight, the waning moon does little more than give an illusion of shadow. High overhead the gust is loudest, caught by the multitude of fur needles, alder leaves, and cedar boughs. There seems to be a frustration in the air. To push through. Calm. I hear the distant crash of a wave on the shoreline which quickly blends into the next gust. A windy night near the ocean has an exhilaration I’m not familiar with and I lean into that eagerly listening to the textures in this magnificent cacophony.

These sounds were recorded on the ancestral land of the S’Klallam Tribe.

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