Muttersome

On the day following my arrest, my hair would be described as “torrential” on the front page of every newspaper in North America (it had rained that morning, and a muttersome wind had followed me from the detention centre to the courthouse), [...]

Wind howled along the earth, attaining a voice as it gusted around the rocks and spindly trees: a low muttersome sound like children whispering at the bottom of a well.

It was cold beyond knowing, and the skies were too often downcast and muttersome, and it was hard to find the purchase to grow things upon the rocks.