Sometimes it feels so good to just feel the breeze. When it hits you right, it seems like everything’s okay with the world. Dipped into Greek mythology for this one. 

O’, long-winded Zephyrus — 
Author of sweet, springtime breaths — 
With a faint expansion of thy chest, 
And a subtle rearing of thy neck, 
Exhale and set thy billow free 
Across the western skies to me; 
So it might tease my flaccid hair, 
Tickle the skin I have bared 
    (And like a good Elysian breeze), 
Reprieve my earthliest of cares, — 
Now, and for all taciturnity!