a gentle breeze runs across my soul……….bringing new things and taking others away………….keeps the winter wings moving towards spring…….and spring moving towards summer……..

i love the breeze in my face, keep’s what hair that’s left in a distorted mess, brush it aside and breathe in deep the magic of the moment…..

this ”magic carpet” i call life never ceases to interest me…….i don’t get bored…..i get busy…………watching and listening to the gifts the Zephyr brings……….everyday