Rustle

It brings up memories of soft breezes stirring up the countryside in seasons past. There was a tree near my childhood home which had a thick verdure of dangling, roughly circular leaves. When the wind ran through them, it would let out a soft whisper like a muffled rain stick. The word rustle embodies for me the gentler side of nature; just saying it in my head can send me into calming daydreams.

Guillaume Riesen