How It Howls
Our apartment building is positioned so that its back side produces a rather vigorous wind tunnel that makes a gusty night sound like the world is succumbing to an ice age. When the sun goes down, I like to curl up on the couch and pretend Dan and I are living in a cabin in the middle of a wintry wilderness, with only a handful of walls and copious amounts of cuddling to keep the cold at bay. Of course, I only have to look out the window to realize it's not actually THAT cold, but it's a snuggly fantasy either way.
On other nights, though, it's downright creepy.
It may or may not be responsible for the glacial ice-breathing fishmen apocalypse dream I had last night.
Either way, it's kind of a cool noise to hear at night. Nice change from sirens.
Here, have a lovely, somewhat fitting song and a fun video.
On other nights, though, it's downright creepy.
It may or may not be responsible for the glacial ice-breathing fishmen apocalypse dream I had last night.
Either way, it's kind of a cool noise to hear at night. Nice change from sirens.
Click to viewHere, have a lovely, somewhat fitting song and a fun video.