Quiet are the hours that breathe in gracious, filtered light and grace the day with tender mercies.

Magnificent hallways breathe calmly the summer breezes at twilight, splendidly arrayed with purple liquid drops of shimmering, waltzing light steadily glowing inside.

When comes the river purple, joyous foundation breathes serene waters with sacred light.

The woods are full of peace and softly whispering breezes that grace the air in gentle breaths.

Sometimes a whispering wind slides into the crevices and cools steamy rocks and tender breaths of little ones at rest.

Lives spent in haste suddenly appear a comedy of distraction while stillness breathes deeply.

The wind breathes quietly while all is noise surrounding our lives each day.