This morning was crisp, with blue sky and warmth in the sunlight. A stiff breeze swirled leaves around along the street as we went to the farmers market.
Air. It's all around us, all the time. If it wasn't, we would die in minutes, as we are more dependent on the oxygen it brings us than on any other thing. Yet it is invisible to us.
Strange that something so vital, that immerses us, is practically imperceptible, seeming like empty space. But how dense, how packed with molecules it must be, that the tiny vibrations of a cat's footstep on the hall floor are carried to my ear.
The swirling leaves made visible the movement of the air, revealing indescribable complexity in the movement. Rushing this way and that, backtracking, circling around, dashing and darting. Speeding along, then fluttering to a stop. How amazing would it be to see all the movement in the air around me? It might be the most mind-blowing experience I can imagine.
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