Breathe, Breathe in the Air

Thin strands of grass cover the hillside like green brushstrokes. The short leaves of small trees glimmer in the morning light, wobbling and waxen. The sun's argent eye squints through a smoky haze spread across the sky, sending buckshot photons scattering. Just overhead, gulps of swallows dart like thrown knives, carving the air with their shiruken wings. On the horizon, the water looks invisible, but like a great liquid mirror it doubles the silver sky, creating conjoined twins. Mud colored mountains jut out of the water like dirty icebergs, or the fins of some colossal deep-sea creature that's come up for air.

I'm inside a bus, running along like a metal millipede. On either side, lanes of cars march past like shiny ants. My day is just starting, setting itself up to be undone; like the rising sun and the falling moon; like lace and lingerie, and lust; like trust and trysts and trips and fits; and fists; wrapped gifts and long lists; dominoes like headstones, each one waiting to fall.

Breathe in deeply, and exhale. The sound of a rolling wave, an eternity passing.



Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around, choose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all your touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be

- Pink Floyd