My childhood home was in a very windy city. There was a wind chime outside my window, and I hated it. It seemed like it never stopped ringing, and never made a song.
But I haven’t lived in that house for over three years now, and I think we took the wind chime down a little while before I moved out, so it has been a while. Today, I was walking to work, when the wind blew just enough for some wind chimes to make themselves known. In the midst of distant engine noises, a few notes sounded out, and it was beautiful.