Air Chaser
Today, I stopped chasing the air.
My hair being blown by the wind. Caressing my sunburnt skin. Drying my eyes. I would miss it some days.
Have you ever smell the ocean breeze? Salty. Fresh. Sunny. It smells like summer. Of brief happy moments. Sitting by the beach and listening to the waves. Blue waters and bluer skies. Time seems frozen and daylights longer. Then a sudden gust of wind will give you some relief from this hot humid weather. You’ll remember it.
How does the air smell when it rains? The ground and the grass. It smells like green. Refreshing. Soft drizzles of rain against the windows. Droplets racing down. Who will be first? The gloominess unnoticed because this cold air is such a welcome respite. Cold weather and hot chocolate drinks are such a perfect pair. Sometimes, I wish for more days like this.
The air gives what it can give. You cannot ask for it to be other than what it already is.
Selfish. Abhorrent. Rage.
It will wreck you apart. Leave you disheveled. Make you a liar. Create doubts.
Suffocating. Drowning.
The wind engulfed me. I was drowning. All the danger signs were loud but I couldn’t hear them. I was too blind to read them. The air was fond of games. Like a predator who will play with its prey before devouring them whole. Messy. Vicious. Unacceptable.
Fire. Fire. Fire. Don’t extinguish the fire. Keep it burning.
Forget the air. Forget the earth. Keep the fire. It will win.
