An ocean breeze, a night wind.

There's a lovely cool breeze.

There's a nice breeze here.

Writing at the Black Iris of Jordan, Naseem Tarawnah asks

Iranian blogger Nasim Saba writes

Image by Nasim Fekrat, used with permission.

Taken by Flickr user SAM Nasim.

The wafting breeze makes the season balmy

My God, where I take refuge outside of Your spirit and Your presence?

Afghan journalist Nasim Fekrat writes on his photo blog

Image from Flickr by SAM Nasim. CC BY 2.0

Suddenly a cool breeze rustled the leaves.

Everything nice comes with you, Clara... hot broth, cool breeze from the river.

I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face.

We've got a good breeze and a favouring current.

Like two butterflies dancing the waltz in the summer breeze.

Evening

Night.

Naseem Tarawnah is excited about the royal vlogger and writes

Oh, I know I'm going to miss the scented breezes of Spain.

But tonight the smell of the land breeze came very early... ... and he knew it was too early in his dream and went on dreaming.

The last afternoon..

Evening

Late evening

In the evening,

This evening?

At nights.

The gold afternoon

The golden afternoon

This evening.

Evening, Alphonse.

This afternoon!

And, just as he spoke, a breeze brought the faint sound of galloping horsemen towards them.

It shall be a Sabbath of solemn rest for you, and you shall deny yourselves. In the ninth day of the month at evening, from evening to evening, you shall keep your Sabbath.

It shall be unto you a sabbath of rest, and ye shall afflict your souls in the ninth day of the month at even, from even unto even, shall ye celebrate your sabbath.

Because this evening, with its warmth and feeling this evening is my signature.

In the next hour, I'm going to experience everything from a breeze to the fury of a tornado.

Okay, this evening.

The evening slippers are over there.

The evening wore on.

They come at dark.

In the golden afternoon

Before evening?

Rehearsal this evening?

This evening, perhaps?