Breeze On Me
I very much miss walking about with the breeze on my face, arms, and legs—it was such a visceral pleasure. I am glad that I realized the joy of a breeze for the years I had it. Recently I was wheeled about in a medical complex, from one pointless, expensive test to another, and the attendant's fast push on my wheelchair put a breeze on me that brought back delicious memories.
Caption: Annmarie Throckmorton In The Breeze 2012.