The house creaked when the wind blew, coming in waves all night. Occasionally, there was a lull that the coyotes filled with their calls to each other. Occasionally, there wasn’t a lull and that roar wrapped big around us. I slept and woke, feeling at times like I was suspended in the sky. At the same time, I love the big wind, a comforting sound that tells me I’m home, it’s a time of big possibilities and wide-hearted shifts, and that we live in the world of weather.