Night Breezes.

As I was getting back from the walk tonight a gentle breeze started to develop, and I realised that night breezes have something daytime breezes don’t have. They’re somehow more intimate, more tactile, more magical even. By the same token, night gales are so much more intimidating than daytime ones. It’s as though the night imbues the air with some power to reach deeper into the human psyche.

This must be pondered on. I need a theory.