A drowsy breath slips through my gaping jaw,
Out, out into the evening air,
It's quiet and pleasant.

It shifts and turns beneath my weighted eyelids,
Invisible and ephemeral,
At once it's gone,
In its place evening air as it once was,
Yet one part warmer.

Breathing deeply seems as strenuous as it is rewarding.
A firm tug on the wind,
A gift of life,
A moment of repose.

All these bouts and boisterous laughter,
begin and end with a deep hearty breath.

A deep breath...
Thanks for walking with me today.
You are the air we breathe.