The air was hollow today.
Gary used to announce hollow air at some point every fall when the dry air came. I’m not sure why he called it hollow, except that it had something to do with how sound travels, like in a tunnel, or through a tube. In the fall, when there’s less humidity, sound carries better too. Over the years, when the air was “hollow” it was a fun little thing between Gary and I that was stirred up every year as the hot, muggy, smoggy days were replaced with October’s Santa Ana winds. I loved his yearly proclamation, “The air is hollow today!”
In our previous home, on hollow-air-days, we could hear the Verdugo Hills High School marching band practice from over two miles away. In my current home, on a day like today, the distant train does not sound so distant.
I don’t know about you, but along with autumn's clear air, comes a season for clearer thinking, more structure in my schedule, and renewed energy as I settle into the fall activities. But in spite of the busyness, I hope to be listening intently for the Lord’s promptings like the less hindered sound waves on a dry day.
It seems impossible, but this is my third October without Gary. I miss him so, but today was one of many good days. Feeling the warm, dry wind today, brought his voice right back to me when I noticed the hollow air.
“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven…A time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance…He has made everything appropriate in its time.” Ecclesiastes 3