Any time you meet her,she will give you a sweet smile that is just like spring wind. When she does something good, she might as well smile.

Her hair ripples in the spring breeze.

In your desolate dwelling comes the vagrant spring breeze. It brings the tidings of flowers---the flowers that for your worship are offered no more.

Spring seems to be rearing her pretty little head again, and I find myself back in the Staten Island classroom working with students who have moderate to severe cognitive and mental disabilities.

The staff rush to help with bags and check-in is a breeze.