Something in the air

Today I am grateful for the air I breathe.

Sometimes it can be too warm and stuffy. Occasionally full of the smells of the country - silage or dung! Sometimes, if I am very lucky, it can waft in with the smell of the sea, fresh and clean.

It can be cold and sharp, or thick and musty. It can be downright damp.

But where would we be without it?? And as long as we have air to breath, we are alive.

I breathe in...I am alive. I breathe out...I am home.

Gratefully yours.
xx