Unbounded

I ask you, what’s it like to cup passing Air between your hands?

Well, to attempt to get hold of something free-spirited and enigmatic, of Air being a living and breathing mass of boundless cynicism, energy, and depth? We all know we can’t.

Yet, sometimes, there’s a certain softness in her, that, when Air whiffs you, it makes you smile and feel good.

I tell you, it’s all worth it.