The breeze this morning touched me. Such gentleness. Sitting here, listening to quiet music, eyes closed, it reached through my front window and softly caressed my face - a most beautiful gift. Slowly opening my eyes, I relish another gift - the view. The early morning sun is lingering, laying a gorgeous hew atop the trees and roof tops of the West Side. There is a dance in the air. I close my eyes. The breeze is with me, and it has with it a swirling royal blue.
Peace to you all.