One of the most intense sound experience I had in the past week was hearing the wind blowing in my ears as I was biking on the Jacques-Cartier Bridge. Maybe the word hearing is a bit weak for the actual experience, as I felt the air burst into my ear canal and pound onto my eardrum as if I was attending a metal show.
One thing about the wind is that it’s quite immaterial, yet we get to feel it in many ways. We hear it whistle in our poorly insulated buildings. We see it tickling the autumn leaves and unhook them from tree branches. We feel it caressing our skin, cooling us during a warm summer day or messing with our hair. I’m not sure what the wind tastes like, but somehow the first thing I can think of is sand. And as for smell, I know that when the wind is going a certain direction the smell of the Molson Brewery is completely covering some neighbourhoods of Montreal. But that day I was biking across the Jacques-Cartier bridge, the wind didn’t smell like fermenting beer. I can’t really recall the smell, the only thing I know is that it felt just like that unpleasant sensation when you inhale water through your nose, but with air.