At the bottom of the yard, I watch her standing against the fence looking out across the farm. I observe as the slightest breeze, nothing more than a gentle zephyr blows against her face. The grey bangs on either side of her forehead lift in recognition.
She brushes them into place and doesn’t notice as I come up behind her and slip my arms around her waist.
Her strong hands clasp mine, and we stand for a moment, nothing to be said as the action says it all.
“Every day is a good day,” she says, “thank you for being you.”
Written for: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/weekend-writing-prompt-62-zephyr/
Morpethroad 
Such a sweet piece. They have such comfort in each other despite imperfection. There’s a Very good Red Hot Chili Peppers song “My Zephyr” or something near that. It’s one of their more melodic pieces & would suit your story well 🙂
I like the mention of ‘grey bangs’. Says so much in two words.
Beautiful….
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So sweet. Beautiful.
Excellent ! Kindling so much emotions !👏👏👍
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