I opened the window fully, sat down and looked out. The sky is bright, the day clear. A cool breeze circles, causing branches to sway gently. Zephyr flies in through the branches, breaking down into small swirls of individuality where the branches are touched. Some swirl toward me, through the open window, giggling as they caress my face and gently pull my hair. They bless my skin with the warmth of the Sun mixed with the cool freshness of a January morning. They hiss as they delicately whisper two words into my ear. “Feel Good!” they say, and I do.
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