Words in the Wind

It was a day late in April. A really beautiful day. Everyone remarked about the unusual weather Michigan was enjoying this Spring. It was wonderful to be alive on a day like this. One’s heart would almost skip a beat with excitement and joy. And that refreshing breeze! A breeze that gently rustled through the trees as if it would arouse each branch individually to its task of re-clothing its bare limbs with leaves and blossoms. A breeze that brought to one’s nostrils the sweet smells of earth,...