They are still, still in the calm of the brightest day, or in the chill of a windless night.
The day was windless, and there they stayed, hour after hour, without any stir or motion.
The sheltered dell was windless, but here a stiff breeze blew.
Windless it lies as it falls or rises out of Chaos that encompasses all.
The heat in the windless underbrush, alive with insects, ...