A sudden gust of wind blows by the city in summer. The breeze makes the workers hammering away on the building down below stop what they are doing. They stand straighter and lean their heads back and sigh. The breeze makes the leaves on the tree sway to the melody of the street musician playing his guitar. Some leaves fall off and get blown even further. Some fall near the musician. The breeze, now blowing towards land, makes the water run up the sand, pause, and run back down. The children chase it back and forth. The breeze blows away all my remaining stress and makes me wish I could stay here forever.