The Breeze
“The breeze, God, the breeze! she thought. You get how many like it? Maybe a dozen in a lifetime . . . and already gone, down the block and picking up speed, or dying out. What if she failed to make the most of what remained of this perfect spring day?” A short story by Joshua Ferris.
"The breeze, God, the breeze! You get how many like it? Maybe a dozen in a lifetime." Already gone, down the block and picking up speed, or dying out. Either way, dead to her, leaving in its wake a sense of excitement and mild dread. What if she failed to make the most of this perfect day?