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

夜风吹过她脸上的砾，带着肉桂的味道：黑暗中阵阵阵阵香。

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.

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