I have neither heard nor read that a Santa Ana is due, but I know it, and almost everyone I have seen today knows it too. We know it because we feel it. The baby frets. The maid sulks. I rekindle a waning argument with the telephone company, then cut my losses and lie down, given over to whatever is in the air.
by Joan Didion
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In Joan Didion's "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," the author reflects on an unspoken awareness of the impending Santa Ana winds, which affect the mood and behavior of those around her. Despite the lack of formal announcements about the winds, their presence is felt deeply by everyone she encounters. This intuitive understanding reveals a shared consciousness that connects people to their environment, illustrating how nature can influence human emotions and interactions.

Didion captures the essence of discomfort that the Santa Ana winds bring, describing her own agitation and the restlessness of those nearby. The mention of the fretting child and the sulking maid emphasizes the pervasive tension in the air. This atmospheric shift prompts Didion to disengage from her frustrations, ultimately succumbing to the inevitable influence of the winds and the collective mood they evoke, showcasing her sensitivity to the world around her.

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