A Pleasant Breeze
Earlier this week Anna and I visited a person in a nursing home. The nursing home structure is almost like a fort. There are for long halls, which form a square. In the middle is a small park. You can sit outside in the little small park which gives the appearance of being about the the size of a baseball diamond.
There are a few trees, a few chairs, a couple of rocking chairs, a wooden swing, and bird feeders. And there are chirping birds. It is a nice peaceful setting.
Remember, the little park is surrounded by four wings of the nursing home. You cannot walk out of there without first going through a door back into a hall of the nursing home.
We were sitting and talking and I noticed a breeze. It was not strong enough to be a gushy wind… just a pleasant continuous breeze.
How did the breeze get there? It was surrounded by buildings. Was it traveling 30 feet above the ground and swoop down when it came to an opened area. Or was it traveling along the ground and then leaped the building and landed onto the ground of the small park and continued its journey?
The nursing home is of old people, a lot are sickly. Maybe the breeze are spirits of those who died inside the nursing home and they are just seeking human organic warmth.
Postscript: There is a nursing home in Marietta that is named Autumn Breeze. Hmmmm?