Hey there, ever felt that whispering wind just before dusk? It kinda brushes past you, like a familiar face in an unexpected place. You know?

The breeze carries stories — tales of summers that linger longer than they're supposed to. Sometimes you'd swear you hear a name, long forgotten, caught in the drift...

Once from a while, the scent shifts, bringing hints of spice, perhaps from a market around a tree-lined square. Or is it the dampness of an approaching rain shower?

But right now, there's just this whispering breeze — ephemeral, fleeting, but oh so comforting. A reminder that presence sometimes speaks louder than words.