He was wrapped in the sensation of her absence, the gulls crying and circling, the crash and drag of the waves, acoldwind slicing underneath his clothes.
That day, as acoldwind buffeted the windows, dozens of visitors wandered through the museum's quiet chapels and arcades, many listening to an audio guide on iPods that the museum adopted last year.
I'm writing this blog from Petermann Glacier in northwest Greenland, where acold katabatic wind is blowing off the ice onto the deck of the Greenpeace ship Arctic Sunrise.