Sunny, warm, breezy. Sitting on the deck with the dogs & wondering if they enjoy the feeling of the breeze ruffling their fur as much as I enjoy feeling it on my neck & the back of my head. Maybe it's a little ozone coming off the river & the maple leaves, but it can feel almost transcendent. I've always like the word breeze as well as the phenomenon it denotes--quasi-otomattopoetic, I'd have thought it of fairly recent origin, but the first entry in the OED tells me it goes back to Anglo-Saxon. What's more, the first definition, though now marks archaic, is entirely unrelated to any kind of wind: ". . . a name given to various dipterous insects, esp. of the genera Œstrus (botfly n.) and Tabanus, which annoy horses and cattle." Not very nice, that. It's only in the 16th century that the second definition emerges, and it is more specific that the sense in which we now use the word: "A north or north-east wind; spec. applied within the tropics to the NE. trade-wind." A quite specific sort of wind. In fact, my "breeze" today is blowing from the north-east to the south-west.