A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Something so pure,
So earthy, and beautiful
Is what I feel
When I step outside
And breathe it in –
That fresh, cool air.
Not hot air, that sits heavy in my chest as if I were beneath the deepest oceans,
Or cold air, that snaps my insides like brittle stone,
But the air that fills me as easily as if it were a part of me,
Expanding my lungs, the present, and my youth.