“Not all those who wander are lost.”  J.R.R. Tolkien Listen.  Wind rustles the leaves of the Freemont’s Cottonwood trees.  The tone and volume changes with the intensity of the wind.  It’s a high pitched sound like whistling when I visit at the end of the day.  I sit in my car safe from the bugs and listen.  A peaceful calm envelops me.  Nature’s version of Fur Elise by Beethoven.