High pressure meets low pressure, and we get loud howling winds. Fast-moving currents…not the ones that move miles aloft in the jet stream…I don’t think we’d hear those…but the noisy whistling winds that whip through our old favorite branches in the backyard.
Winter’s best sounds. One is just a whisper…the soft hiss of icy crystals falling on us from a dark, starless, snowy sky.
The other is a roar.
This is about the roar. A cold, noisy, winter night, and the roar. The howling winds that bend branches to the point of breaking. Those winds.
Me?
I’m inside.
I’m enclosed and surrounded by architecture, and busy with life. With heat, with electricity. There’s this and there’s that, and I’m hunkered down, as if I can ignore what’s going on out there, a hundred feet, two hundred feet above the rooftops. Still, there’s the hum that finds its way past the insulation of walls and windows, past the white noise of every appliance, inside, that cycles off and on.
It’s hardly exceptional. Barely a simple blink or nod, on an evening in the middle of winter.
But it’s not simple. It’s unexpectedly comforting.
Compelling?
It’s as if there’s something I’m missing this winter. The noise of the wind comes like a note to self, a reminder, of the icy cold that comes at the darkest, coldest, emptiest part of an eye-watering cold winter night…when my hands, my gloves, clutch a scarf and the top of my coat up close to my neck, and up over my mouth. It’s almost instinctual. We move to hold onto that little bit of warmth released every time we exhale. But the chill of the howling wind is shrill, strong, and indifferent. Try as I might, it takes my breath away.
That’s comforting? Yes, it is.
etikser 
Beautifully put, listening as well as looking. The wind tells it story.
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Thank you.
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You so beautifully captured how I feel about the winter winds. I find comfort and beauty in them too. I understand how you feel. And after they’ve blown hard for a day or two, and then stop, I feel like something has been yanked away from me.
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Thank you. It’s good to know others feel the way I do.
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Nature, in all its forms, is beautiful. All we have to do is take just a moment.
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Yes, for the most part, that’s true. There’s much to enjoy.
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Well, you are right. Some forms of nature may not be so great. But so much of it is. Hearing the wind howling on a cold night (when warm and inside) can be kind of like looking up at the stars and feeling small in the universe. It can also make one appreciate a warm, cozy home. I liked your post very much.
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Thank you. I appreciate that.
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I like how you describe the depths of the coldest winter nights. I’ve been through many of them in 50+ years. It has an almost magical quality. Nice.
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Thanks so much.
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Wonderfully put, Etikser! I’m away to grab my cardigan now. 🥶
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Thank you. : )
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Thank you for such a wonderful description of the wind during winter. Have a nice day!
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Thank you so much. You have a good day too.
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Yes it is, indeed.
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Thank you. It’s good to know others feel the same.
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Such image of wintery day.
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Thank you.
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