Pip Waits for the Wind — On a warm July hill, Pip sat by the tall pole and watched the flag hang still. The grass tickled, tickle-tickle, under Pip’s knees. Read the full story →
On a warm July hill, Pip sat by the tall pole and watched the flag hang still. The grass tickled, tickle-tickle, under Pip’s knees.
A little wind came late. Whoosh, soft whoosh. It smelled like clover and warm dust. “Hello,” Pip whispered.
Then the flag lifted big and slow, and the clouds seemed to sail with it. Pip waited, and the hill answered. Next time you see those wavy stripes, can you find the quiet whoosh Pip heard?