There were gusts of wind up to 50 miles per hour last night. The dog and I went into the garden to watch the trees sway in the early evening against a shadowy sky. They were dancing. The dog went crazy as the wind caused all the familiar scents to become dispersed, or corrupted with scents from other gardens carried over walls by the force of the wind.

The recordings capture the wind from various spots in the garden: on the patio under the chimes; under the trees where the leaves rustle; and out in the yard where the big blasts of air almost caused me to topple while recording.