Breathing is just a dance with air

which is why, some of us feel more out of breath than others

and why our exertion bears a name as similar:

‘Winded’.

It’s why our amazement is

‘breathless’

and why elation lands us on clouds-

The sky, and the stars, and the streams and hills

filling our land-spun gills with words that waltz with meaning in meadows

and puff our waking visions full of the sound and scent of that always-greener grass.

-Amy Struthers

Image by Natalia Figueredo