A breeze is a gentle whisper of the world, subtle yet alive. It slips through leaves, stirs the grass, and brushes against skin like a soft memory. Unlike the gust or gale, a breeze asks nothing of you — it simply arrives, dances for a moment, and moves on. In its quiet passing, it carries the scent of distant rain or blooming flowers, a reminder that the world is always moving, always changing, even when it feels still. There’s peace in a breeze — the kind that invites you to pause, breathe, and simply be.

With love