Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Air is the tapestry of existence. Scents embroider its fabric with tangible shapes and hues.
All things dissolve and yield themselves to air--the dirt, the leaves, the plants. Even you. When you walk, you bathe in the touch of their molecules, and when you pass, you paint yourself in the shifting reflections.
When you breathe, you mix them in your blood.
When you breathe, you become.