Zephyr is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental.
Zephyr is a tender breeze from the west that offers relief to tired
souls. In this book Zephyr is that unknown stranger who comes
uninvited but takes presence beyond understanding. A favorable, not
meant to be accident, slowly becomes the connector to flowers, to
springtime and even he procreation of love. All things cherished;
feelings of safety and future plans turn secondary to the sensation of
this extraordinary puff of enlivening air called zephyr.
