Third Sunday of Easter

Early on a Sunday in mid April, before church, I sit by a window to read. After a while, I look up from the page and out the window to watch the wind interact with the branches and leaves of newly-greened trees. The wind does not flow in a simple uniform way from one direction to another at one speed. In the tossing of the branches and leaves, we see that the wind moves in several directions and at various speeds, if only minor in difference from the prevailing direction and speed. And at times, the differences, the complexities of the system, increase dramatically, seemingly endlessly. The wild beauty of the turbulence of trees-in-wind both eludes and fascinates.