Year 8-Day 117: Today, I am grateful for the gentle, mild breeze known as a zephyr. The zephyr breeze brushes our senses like a gentle kiss. It is pure delight, reminding us to celebrate the days that are near perfect.
Winter wasn't that long ago. Late winter snows dipped into spring, yet here we are again. Spring has sprung. The blue-jays are looking for nests to steal. The robin's song is sweet. The wildlife is moving, leaping and dancing in the trees and on the ground. It is one of my favorite seasons.
A zephyr breeze does not disrupt or cause chaos. Think about it. A pleasant sensation but nothing is disturbed. One is actually floating across my face as I write this post. Perfect timing. The scent calls me back to childhood days.
There is a mystery to the breeze. Where does it begin? Where does it end? We can't see it, but we know it is real.
Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things. -Ecclesiastes 11:5
Nature is magnificent. It reflects the Creator in the seen and unseen.
Today, I am grateful for the gentle, mild breeze known as a zephyr.
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