My presence here is like a light breeze, bringing the smell of sea water, fragance of garden flowers or newly cut grass, all depending on which direction I'm coming from.
I gently caress your face, move the few strands of hair hanging down your forehead. I sooth your body by taking away some of heat from the afternoon sun. Then I flip a few pages of the book on your study table, the sound waking you up from your afternoon nap.
You wish I was stronger as a wind so that you will find relief from the afternoon heat. But I am not, to your disappointment.
I must leave now because there is a storm coming. So take care and brace yourself for the impending storm looming at the far horizon.
