It is here I come searching for what is lost, viruses cannot kill my spirit. Zephyr lulls me to sleep, whispering, pressing gently in my minds eye the sounds of bells and laughter, the will to survive the the unseen enemy at our gates. Infusing me, rejuvenating me with the renewal of what lures me back time and time again — memories.

Triple, triple, triple bbbeeeaaauuutttiiifffuuulll. It sounds like a place I would love to visit. Love your writing style and your use of words.