whir

Was a Harris–Walz campaign bus really followed, in the dead of a September night on I-70, by the eerie whir of enormous wings that tracked its path for miles before disappearing suddenly in the direction of an abandoned military research facility?

Tyranny may start, in “I’m Still Here,” as the whir of a single helicopter, but without vigilance it can seep through your doors and windows until you are surrounded.

The constant whir of leaf blowers will grind to a halt as temperatures become too hot for gardeners and outdoor workers during the day.

As you race down the bike path, you hear a pop and a whir, but it’s not your tires.

Generators continue to whir with a haunting and deafening hum that reverberates throughout the massive turbine deck.