Morning Breath.

How easily it was for the air to sulk me in,
To take hold of me with gentle hands.
The cool mist dampen on the weakened soul in my eyes,
Pausing like a deer.

Wondering what was around the corner,
Hopes in finding that still object.
The momentum that was still trying to be built.
The waters frozen.
The sky gray.

What else is there to say?
Nothing.
The only thing that was coming out of my mouth was the inhale of the beautiful air.

Photo: Take in Alaska 2012