On the power of a good deep breath

somewhere in Virginia

I long for skies that look like this, when you can look up and really see the element of Air moving solid objects, when you can feel it on your skin.  

I work in an office, and it's a small basement office at that, so getting air flow down here is difficult at best.  Doors open, fans in place, it still does little to help.  This is an old building, not old in a way that it has amazing character to help you celebrate the age but old in a neglected, patched over, barely cared for sort of way.  Old in a way that makes you long to knock it down and build something more practical, more useful and more malleable to the changing needs of the times. 

So when I'm able (which should be every day but most certainly isn't) I escape the confines of the office at lunch and go out into the world.  Sometimes it's just to sit in my car and eat, sometimes on errands with the windows down and the air streaming in.  And honestly, no matter the weather, I go outside.  Rain, snow, sleet, torrential downpour... doesn't matter.  The air outside is always better than the staleness of the office.  

One deep breath can be the change in your whole day.  

One deep breath can mean the difference between sadness and joy. 

One long, slow exhale can bring you back to center. 

One long, slow exhale can be the remedy. 

I can tell you it worked today. :)