Once upon a time there was a coolBreeze, welcomed by everyoneanywhere he went. The trees would move their branches with joy; theblossoms would tenderly sigh and opentheir petals. The leaves rustled happily.
The people would look at the sky and guess from its color that the Breeze would soon pay them a visit. They would wait excited for him to cool them, sweeping with his blow all the heat and tiredness, taking away their cares and troubles. They loved him very much, thus he would play with them. He would blow the girls’ long hair and dresses, the boys’ short pants that were playing in the streets; the Breeze would softly caress the human bodies.
Dizzy, it took some time for the Breeze to come around. And when he recovered, he marveled at the most beautiful Chimney he had ever met. She was a hot red, made of bricks in odd shapes, and on her top there was a nice triangle made of black roof tiles that shined as if they had just been polished. At day time she would sparkle under the sun; at night, she would bathe tenderly under the moonlight.
In the meantime it was midsummerand the heat wasinsufferable. Trees and flowers alikehad their dusty branches facingtowards the ground. The spring waterswould gurgle no more, for they onlymade a muffled sound as they flowedlazily. Even the children didn’t play inthe alleys and the yards. All felt tired,shaking their heads, saying theBreeze had forgotten about them.Everyone was chocking, hopeless for abit of cool.
Afterwards he blew with might all the dust that had gathered on her. And after that he rushed to blow for his old friends and all was again as it was, or rather, even better than before. You may have also heard this story. Maybe in those cold winter nights when the air hums loudly through the chimneys. Or maybe in warm evenings when you and all your friends gather in front of a fireplace…
