If we had no winter, the spring would not be so lovely: if we did not now and again taste of misfortune, prosperity would not be so welcome. ~Anne Bradstreet
Presume a soft, cool breeze blowing owing to your dialogue box and gently, gently touching your face. The gauzy curtain flutters. You hear the birds twittering outside. As you breathe in this air, you feel the cool,
