Zephyr drifts from the ancient Greek Zephyros—spirit of the west wind and discreet herald of spring—yet, like a Kyoto breeze threading through avenues of cherry blossoms, the name feels both time-worn and startlingly fresh; it suggests motion without haste, freedom without fanfare, the cool rustle of leaves rather than a brass-band gale. Carried by mythology, it once escorted Aphrodite across the water; carried by modern parents, it now glides across birth announcements with unisex ease, its syllables light enough to perch on a haiku yet sturdy enough to anchor a passport. Whisper it and you hear the promise of fair weather, though one might also detect, beneath the airy consonants, a dry wink—after all, a person named for a gentle wind can still upend the room if they choose to open the right window.
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