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Missing Breeze

This article reads like a cautionary tale - the name of this one is Valley Fever but there are similar stories around the world. The climate of a place changes too much too soon or both and unforeseen consequences follow for every living creature of which humans are one. In my neck of the woods it seems like the air has become stiller over the years - not sure if I am imagining this but there is no breeze most of time. There is random rain and some gusts of wind but a gentle breeze has become a rarity, There is a general feeling of stuffiness all the time that will not let up. It is like the atmosphere is pregnant with things waiting to happen - things we will know nothing about until they are revealed. 

Maybe we are experiencing a wind pattern change here and it impacts how a person feels physically and mentally. This level of stillness is usually associated with a lull before a storm - you anticipate the storm, it duly comes, might blow over without much harm done and everything begins to flow again as always. That flow seems to have disappeared so you wait and wait for a storm that does not come but the foreboding must come with the territory and stay even if at a subliminal level. And this is nothing compared to the level of calamities in other parts of the world. A missing breeze would be a laughably stupid problem to discuss.

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