Wind

“Sometimes I don’t know which moment, which cool gust of wind will come, and enchant me tousling my hair and my heart, stirring…that familiar ache of poetry. Which drop will kiss the old wrench in my soul; reminding me all over again I miss you better in the rain.” Sanober Khan

Summer Breeze

“Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.
Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.
Suddenly, you know you are alive.” Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration