I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree-- the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense...
I like the subtle wind. In spring, it steals a kiss on my cheek; in autumn, it caresses my face; in summer, it brings in cool sweet smell;in winter, it carries a crisp chilliness...