Yeah, it’s almost like the wind itself is the needle, just waiting for the right moment to start. At higher altitudes the air is thinner, so the vibration of sound takes a bit longer to catch up, which makes everything feel…slower, more deliberate. It’s a reminder that the climb isn’t just a physical ascent but a shift in how you hear the world. When I step onto a ridge, I listen for the quiet, and it’s like hearing a record that’s been waiting for me to press play.