if a zephyr gingerly swept across your entire frame, with your susceptible senses becoming momentarily acute and sharp, it would feel simply heavenly. Perhaps, it isn't as what it's commonly described as, but if you thought about it, and managed to attempt a grasp of all the five senses concentrating solely on the delicate breeze, it would certainly live up to its description.

A time comes when you're experiencing tribulation, anguish or dysphoria, and it is only during periods like these where you learn or perhaps, compelled to seek refuge in other sources. then it is so when the world stops revolving around you, and the benefit of it being your oyster has been subtly withdrawn. wretched and maliciously torn apart, what other emotion can you express besides grief, disappointment and what not. till it eventually comes down to the suppression of these insurmountable discontentment, and maybe just a miniscule flicker of the once "purgatory" surfaces one and then.

but in hindsight, everything's merely a front.
Metaphorically, a zephyr may just unexpectedly work wonders.. if you paused from your way of life, and appreciated your blessings bestowed upon you,
or just simply love.