AIR

No one ever pays attention to air.

Gifted to us form the first second of our lives it became a given. We breathe it in and out without appreciating its meaning and how extraordinary it is.

We cherish its uniqueness only when we are on the top of a mountain. It's crystal clear, smelling like pine trees. Or whenever we are walking on the beach. The salty breeze hugs you while you're watching the sea.

Bright. Clear. Full of elusive and delicate refractions. That's how I imagine air.

I tamed it and closed it in white clay. I gave it an irregular shape and matched it to human hands, to remember about it at every moment.

Breathe calmly.

To be continued...

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