The evening came down, solemn and red, the air cold, not a breath stirring.

Samuel's throat was dry, the air cold in his lungs.

Suddenly, the winds fell away, leaving the air cold and still, expectant.

In the morning the sun was bright though the air cold.

The sky was still brilliant and blue, the air cold and thick.

It didn't help that the sky was leaden grey, had been for days now, and the air cold.

The sky is still dark, the air cold and heavy.

The window was open, the air cold and fresh, stars gleaming in the winter sky.

The sky was a deep blue, the air cold and still.

It was winter but clear, the blue skies sharp, the air cold and clean.