And then the air grew warm; there was no longer rock under her feet.

The sun was not over the mountain yet, but the air had grown dry and warm.

What would happen if the air grew cold again and the thing returned.

It was as if the air all about her had suddenly grown dense.

Despite the heat of the sun, the air grew thin and cold.

But if pain had weight, the air grew heavy with it.

The sun was beginning to set and the air had grown cold.

The air in the wood was cold now, and growing colder.

The sun had set and the air was growing cool.

When he was sure the minute had long passed, the air grew cold as winter.