With winter in full blast, I become acutely aware of the wind chill factor. Air blowing down from the Arctic decreases the already low temperature to tundra-like conditions. Even though I purposely left a small stand of white pines and hemlocks to protect the house from the prevailing northwesterlies, I can sometimes hear the wind whistling around the corners of the house.
Lying in my cozy bed at night, I hear the deepest wind chime bonging--a reminder to watch the air moving in my own body. Breathing in. Breathing out.