Digital Whisper - Windmill

Some sounds from our childhood stay with us forever.  So it is that the gentle creaking of the windmill in a prairie breeze is a memory long stored in the attic of my brain.  I associate it with being snug and secure in my bed beneath the eaves,  and the sweet smell of new mown hay wafting through my window.   I wish I could bottle those sounds and smells for instant replay!