Sometimes it's nice to spend a quiet day by the river, sitting in the shade and listening to the wind stir the trees and set the laundry to flapping softly on the line. Sango can still remember a time when that sound would have sent a chill through her heart, but today it brings only a sense of lazy tranquility. She leans against the tree's trunk, eyes closed, and listens. Maybe it's the summer heat and the day's calm, or the fact that her husband is dozing happily beside her… but she no longer fears the sound of the wind.