Air

Air is a breath of wing under wing. To lift you to aspire you, even in the magical-pond a-ring- It carries, it whispers, it can warn, while it drives and whistle and sings. It's a deliverer of things seen and unseen. The package? everything. It's got the smell of a Father. That sense is the one a child remembers, of being. That of a mystery. Sometimes love can be an unspoken, or invisible, but also an indivisible thing.