This morning I went outside to retrieve my rubbish can. It was only the second time I had been outdoors in three days; the first being to take the rubbish out. The morning air inspired me to write, but I dare not write what I truly think or feel about the state of our union, due to sensitivities. So…I scribe about the air:

It is clean…

It is crisp…

It is blowing…

It feels damp

It is what we all breathe unless one is in the water.

Less we forget, the air is what we all breathe.