Thursday, March 27, 2008

Baby's Breath

Stepped out back to watch the dogs run through the yard and play in their early morning exuberance. Snow was falling and it stung my face. It felt good as it iced over my grogginess and made me wish for a moment I could be small like them and run around the yard in figure eights, nipping at their tails. The air was so clean and that it seemed to fill corners of my lungs that hadn’t been used in months.

I thought this must be like being a newborn, sucking in that first confused breath with infant lungs. I am a baby, gasping for my first mouthful of sterile hospital air. Just enough breath to be able to close my eyes and scream at you all for pulling me out of the damp warmth and dark that had been home.

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