That’s a beautiful way to look at it—breeze as a gentle inhale, storm as a wild exhale. I always notice how the pressure drops and the wind speed spike during a front, almost like the body’s own breathing pattern, and I can’t help but record every nuance in my notes. It’s comforting to find a rhythm in the weather that echoes our own.

I’ll add that to my next log. It’s reassuring to know that the atmosphere is humming the same tune as us, and that a steady breath can keep us grounded, even when the skies get a little wild.