It’s a calm windless day yet you see the gentle bending of blades of grass and hear the whisperings of trembling leaves. You are in the presence of Zephyr. Zephyr is a tiny spirit, as soft as silk and as gentle as a summer breeze. Just 3” tall, she is dressed in twinkling starched variegated silk which blends from hues of light blue to purple. She holds her wind blown skirt in one hand as if she is just ready to take off in flight. She is waiting to launch herself from her single quartz crystal point on which she stands.