One foot in front of the other. Socks on one at a time. Coffee steam rising in smooth waves. Sounds of hissing tires on the street. Fabric's brushing as a sound of softness when the jacket is slowly pulled on.

Walking in the breeze there are no sharp edges. Turning the corner as neatly as folding paper. The brim of a hat between thumb and forefinger tugging the fabric snuggly.
Cool breeze drifting. Cool and smooth as water running down the back in a morning shower.
If everyday was a cool breeze how would we ever know the joy of it?