not so quiet

the whirl of the machine kicking on with a click, click, click and then when it turns off, again, click, click, click. The wind came quickly and bent the tree while waving the leaves hither and fro, up and down and sideways, shimmering in the sun light. The cool air rushes past me. My ears echo with the sounds almost like a conch shell to my ear as if I am in a tunnel.