The breeze enters where you stand, gently lifting up the curtains like a tiny ghost at hand. Its power is more fragile than bold, and yet, it’s able to slay angry demons with a big bad sword. And almost like a tender hug, your sadness and despair aren’t hanging around anymore.
What you take from it is up to you for the breeze makes no promises for a better life, but leaves many possibilities lingering behind.
Listen closely to the soft whispering as it drifts away, leaving you stronger and calmer to face another day.
Life as a Garden 
I too love the breeze that comes with the change of seasons. Thank you for this mindful moment.
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You are very welcome, Val 🙂
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drifting upon
these thoughts 🙂
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So relaxing to simply let go and drift.
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Breath of fresh air. Just what I needed right now. Thanks Michele. xox
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You are welcome. It’s always good to have a breath of fresh air traveling through the room.
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