Being on the ground during the storm was a revelation; it felt like an oasis from the ferocity above. At the heart of the gale, this place was quiet and still. Here, life continued uninterrupted. Spiders crawled along the mosses, bees flew low among wildflowers, and caterpillars fed on other low-lying plants. This windless world is also warm because it radiates the heat absorbed during twenty-four hours of sunlight in the summer.
