When the wind changes its voice

And when the wind changes its voice, our attitude changes too. We walk slower. We speak more quietly. We listen more.

Cuando el viento cambia de voz

Summer in Baja California Sur isn't always roaring. Sometimes, it just changes tone.

This week, the wind has stopped being that warm whisper that drifts through the open windows. It has become deeper, denser. As if the sea were speaking another language.

In La Paz , the docks seem to hold their breath. The fishermen look at the sky more than the water. In Todos Santos , the wind blows through the canyons with a new, almost metallic whistle. And in Cabo Pulmo , the waves swell with a rhythm that's not from here.

The wind is telling us something.

Maybe it's storm season, or the echo of other oceans. Maybe it's simply that the body begins to anticipate that August is splitting in two, that the second half of summer isn't the same.

And when the wind changes its voice, our attitude changes too. We walk slower. We speak more quietly. We listen more.

In Baja California Sur , the weather isn't just felt: it's interpreted . And this week, something needs to be said.

Maybe the important thing is not to understand it, but to stay silent for a moment and

let the wind tell us something we didn't know we needed to hear .

Sebastian del Mar