"All her life she had heard and felt the Wyoming wind and took it for granted. There had even been a day when she was a young girl standing by the road waiting for the school bus when a spring wind, fresh and warm and perfumed with pine resin, had caused a bolt of wild happiness to surge through her, it's liveliness promising glinting chances. She had loved the wind that day."
--Annie Proulx, "Bad Dirt"
There aren't many better with words than Annie Proulx.