AIR LIFE

The silent people all swayed in time, gently leaning this way and that as the train trundled through a dark and indistinct country. Stepping out to an empty station, a man exhaled. His breath pushed the air; the air slid through leaves and found sleep in dark hollows. It climbed slowly to the clouds and pressed into them.

It seems the world has a fullness to it, and that I am inescapably linked to everything else.