It is a hot balmy evening here in the city. But a nice cool breeze blows occasionally. Teasing our parched souls. Our souls long for the cool intimacy of the wind. But it eludes us. It is bad timing we conclude. When is the timing ever correct?
It is a hot balmy evening here in the city. But a nice cool breeze blows occasionally. Teasing our parched souls. Our souls long for the cool intimacy of the wind. But it eludes us. It is bad timing we conclude. When is the timing ever correct?
