The wind blew all day with some quieter moments, but always picking up again. Just now it sounds like one continues ocean wave, like a steady waterfall, like dry water.
Wind rattles glass in window frames and can open closed doors. Last night was not the biggest wind, but enough to inspire latching the windows and locking the doors. It blew all night, invading my sleep. There was nothing concrete in my dreams, but in the morning I felt both exhilarated and exhausted. Solitude does not always mean silence and stillness. Though bedding down with an active wind does not feel solitary.