Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
Maestro taps his baton.
The harmony of sounds commences with the beautiful, quiet, and soul-calming puff of air that mimics the comforting slowdown of the year. It has a kind of looseness in it, nothing to steer or slow it down.
Tropical Easterlies blowing with consistent, steady strength floats in with a slow, lyrical movement. They comb gently through the American beautyberry branches, making a long whispering sound, as though trading secrets with the sweetgum tree.
Gentle Gust drifts in from the northeast. Like a sigh, soft morning Whiff rushes up from the housetops, a calming interlude before the excitement of the outer movements.
The subtle voices of time and the gentle Currents blowing over the clean, tame earth slow down the rhythm to a pastoral. Then follows Breeze, warm and dry. It glides by in the calm, cloudless weather with a melody of wide intervals.
As Mountain Breeze slides its cold air from mountain to the valley, the tempo changes into a forceful, syncopated rhythm.
Then, Periodic Winds swirl around, wailing like a lost child with irregular, abrupt harmonic changes. In counterpoint, Land, Sea, Mountain and Valley Breezes howl in terraced dynamics.
The winds blow in synchronicity. All themes sound up concurrently into a harmonious combination of elements. The party has begun.
A symphony of sounds, beat, and music enjoins all, Shall we dance?
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