To feel you breathing, to lay my head upon your chest, is one of the greatest honours of my life.
Breathing from calm and gentle flow to the great filling of lungs after exercise, it's all part of feeling alive and being right there in the given moment.
Calmness within can spread as eddying swirls of light, breathing with steadiness, creating such low pressure allows others to flow toward your loving care.
Breathing with a sense of gratitude can bring true serenity. It is as if the storms are silent, as if you are the eye, as if in that moment you gain a chance to lift others from theirs.
Cairo grins at me in his teenager way, part love part mischief. "You are now breathing... on automatic," he says. And so suddenly that process I was unaware of is there in my thoughts and as my breathing pattern changes he laughs in the same way he did as a little child. So I laugh too, and then there we are, too beautiful idiots laughing together on a rainy day.
Miranda breathes like she has made it an art form, her chest rising and falling with the sedative qualities of a lullaby. The night is so quiet that Tim can hear each breath with ease. A smile creeps onto his face and he simply lets it sit there, warming his face against the newly cooler air of late fall.
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