How refreshing is the breeze which now fans my forehead!—it seems like the sweet breath of a guardian Angel. – Charles Lanman, “Musings,” 1840
It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky. – Muriel Spark, Territorial Rights, 1979