Atmosphere rushed past him, buffeting his body, and it was . . . soft. The air was soft. He’d expected his stomach to drop the way it did when an elevator descended quickly, but it wasn’t like that at all. This was like emerging from the dark, climate-controlled library into a windstorm and being caught up in a sudden gust. It was surprising, and it made his muscles brace, but it wasn’t . . . it wasn’t frightening. The sky greeted him like he was a long-lost child. Welcome back! said the wind. This is where you belong. Why were you inside so long?
