A breeze stirs the palm fronds, setting one against another. They make a gentle tapping sound not unlike rain on water. This is not the sighing of pine boughs. This is a southern sound, a rustle of taffeta.
It can put you to sleep — even when you haven't been awake long. It relaxes and cajoles and leads one outside.
At least that's where it's led me. Hard to think of words and ideas when the palm trees are singing.
Palm trees straight (above) and reflected in pool water (top).