A day late. this is my contribution to the GitlieOnTheEdge blog challenge: six sentences, no more no less, about noise.

Grass wind makes its own noice
  1. Noise
  2. I’m not sure that’s quite the word.
  3. I live on the high plains in western Nebraska and even though my house is in a small city in a river valley. The wind howls around that house, picking at window frames and vibrating anything that’s not tight—like blowing across waxed paper on a comb.
  4. Sometimes I wake up thinking I hear ocean waves, then realize I hear prairie waves—wind in the gigantic American elm tree that shades my home.
  5. With the valley serving as a wind tunnel, grass wind swishes the cattails and rushes along the river where redwinged blackbirds sing a swelling chorus in greening trees.
  6. And then the sun rises.
I’m not sure where I found this guy.