Breeze
The fresh breeze, a relief from howling winter winds. Since the clock have been turned back the days are so bright. As the day advanced, rush increased. I was standing on a bus stop. Checked my watch. "She is late" i pondered. There was continuous inflow and outflow of buses. Some of them were packed to capacity while others have few passengers. It was our first date. Suddenly someone huged me from behind. That smell, it was her. She smells like infused timeless fragrance of blossoms. I can feel her curves of softness. "Sorry for being late" she whispered in my ear. She was smiling shyly with that delightful greetings. Damn! She was beautiful. A slender waist , whistling down from her bust as smoothly as water from waterfall. I couldn't take my eyes over her. After few seconds bus arrived.