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

夜风吹过她脸上的沙砾，带着肉桂的味道：黑暗。

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.

他的注意在暴风雨上，因为他看到暴风雨从他们静止不动的透明端开始——冰冷的沙粒穿过盆地，然后是细流和尾巴在天空划出一道道皱纹。