For me, I think it is water — and wind.
The sounds are seductive, and familiar… Surf washes irregularly onto the sand. Palm fronds rustle in the breeze. Jonathan Lerner
The wind is blowing nicely through the trees outside my window now. It belies how hot it is outside. But it still makes me feel good to hear it.
My water doesn’t have to be surf. I like the still waters of lakes or man made ponds where I can see reflections doubly beautiful. I like rippling brooks, both the small ones going across rocks or stones and the larger ones crossed by bridges or racing alongside the road in places like Idaho.
I like fountains with water — the one I saw last week; Tivoli fountains in Italy; in Rome…
I like seeing water from my house.
I love rain; rain puddles…I don’t even mind sleet storms so long as I’m inside and it doesn’t affect electricity…snow storms with huge wet stuck together flakes…the glaciers in Alaska…
Either viewing water or out on the water…both are inspiring to me.
How about you?
Karin
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We’re in complete agreement: water has the ability to shooth my pscyhe and make me go “Ahhhhh” in all these forms you mention.
I also love rain. (weird me…)
The sight of glaciers fascinates me, especially the icu blue colour and the stillness.
Foliage in the trees swayed by the wind, forests and shady green spots also have a way of making me feel at home and one with nature and the universe.
But I also like the power of the storm and everything intense or powerful in nature: majestic mountains, volcanoes, great reefs ~ it fascinates me.
I agree completely! I’m not sure I’d want to go down to the reefs myself, but I do like to watch them on HD TV.
I love rain myself, so I don’t think it is weird at all. The sound on the roof…the sound on the trees…just the wetness of it.
Isn’t that icy blue color of the glaciers magnificent! And the sound of pieces calving off…
I love clear, fresh water lapping at my feet as I sit near the edge. The ocean is wide, expansive and has lapping water, but I prefer the more solidude spots of a babbling stream or the lake’s edge. Unfortunately where I live, there is no such thing. So I can dream!
Rain is my second choice - remembering the days when I was young and never minded getting soaked in a rain storm or rain shower….
We used to go to the lake every summer. That sounds like the lapping of the waves there.
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