Breathing

Typically, I  take breathing for granted. I don’t think about my breathe. I’m busy. Preoccupied with the myriad of things going on in my life. Or thinking about how great a cigarette would be. Whatever the case, the last thing on my to-do list is breathe.

Other times,  I flare my nostrils and fill my chest with a long draw of cool air.  Then, delicately and steadily breathe out, releasing the warm air from my body.

Yesterday in the shower I became conscious of my breathing. My lungs felt tight, and my breath was shallow. So I breathed in. I enjoyed feeling every drop of water hitting my skin. And the way hot water and cold water change certain aspects of my breath.

Leave a Comment