A zephyr … a gentle
breeze.  Do you ever feel the faintest
touch brush against your skin and turn to see who passed?  Could it be a message … the softest kiss from
one who passed … a faint hello to let you know they are present with you
still?  Yes.  Believe it. 

You had a train called
the Zephyr.  It carried passengers near
and far to visit loved ones.  It carried
letters and packages.  The kiss of a
breeze on the skin carries a gift from beyond the veil, letting you know just
how very thin that veil is.
 
Feel the rustle as the
Zephyr passes.
Hear the whistle blow.
Your loved ones are only a thought away.
This most important message we wish you to know.