Yung Suk Kim
I walked trails at my favorite neighborhood park Deep Run. It was a day of the glowingly hot sun with over 90 degrees. I had much sweat and cooled down my body while sitting on a bench. Then suddenly a breeze, whose origin is unknown, blew to me and touched on my weary soul. I felt comfort. I was simply there, receiving the gift of the breezes. Indeed, most precious things are not purchasable. We call them the grace of God.