There’s something special about a certain kind of breeze that touches my soul, especially during the transitions between seasons, like early spring or early fall. When this breeze comes along, it’s like a gentle caress that makes me feel light and happy. It’s hard to put into words, but it’s like the air enters my soul, filling it with joy.
I’m not sure if anyone else feels this way, but for me, it’s truly magical. It’s a feeling that goes beyond words, making me feel like I’m floating on air. It’s like a gentle reminder of something deeply familiar yet just out of reach.
When this breeze blows, it feels like it’s inviting me to dance to its rhythm, making me forget everything else around me. It awakens a part of me that feels intimately connected to it, like we’re old friends reuniting again.
I used to feel this breeze more often when I was younger, but now it has become a rare occurrence. I’m not sure if it’s me who has changed or if the breeze itself has changed. But whenever I do feel it, it’s like a gentle nudge for me to slow down, breathe, and soak in the beauty of the world.
