The Wind Rises

The Wind Rises is actually the title of a movie that I really want to see. It is by Hayao Miyazaki, and it opens in theaters nationwide tomorrow. However, the local theater will not be showing it, so I guess I will have to wait for the DVD. But I thought about that title today, because it's so very windy.

It was an unusually windy day. Bow, however, was not impressed. He went out several times and surveyed our property from his perch on the bench.

When I went for my walk after lunch, I was impressed by the wind. I could both see and hear it, and I could feel it on my face.

I could see it in the movements of the tall twin cedar at the far end of our pasture.

The wind played with the bare limbs of the trees in our woods.

The wind ran its fingers through the cedar in our back yard.

But when I got back from my walk, Bow asked to go outside again. And he was not impressed with the wind.

Bow just wanted to kick back and relax. The wind was no big deal to him.