The night wind spread sand runnels that grated across her face, bringing the smell of cinnamon: a shower of odors in the dark.

夜风吹过她沙砾，带着肉桂味道：黑暗中阵阵阵阵香气。

His mind focused on the storm as he had seen it begin through the transparent end of their stilltent—cold dribbles of sand crossing the basin, then runnels and tails furrowing the sky.

他注意力集中在暴风雨，因为他看到暴风雨从他不动透明端开始——冰冷沙粒穿过盆地，然后是细流和尾巴在天空中划出一道道皱纹。