When God or Nature throws you a bone, in the form of a refreshing wind, by all means let your hair down and enjoy.
I used to guide horseback trips. Oftentimes in the mountains, a different breeze would descend upon us with a sweet, sweet smell. My boss said it was "ozone." (??)
Regardless, I'll not forget those breezes.
May my child experience the same.
Eight blocks down, 22 more to go.