Air.

Simple enough. I breathe it. I live in it. I bend it.

However, I am the only one who seems to see the magnificent wonders of it.

Have you ever taken the time to feel the cool breeze brush gently against your

cheeks?

Or listened to the nature songs that the wind whistles past your ears?

Do you feel the slight burn of the strong gusts of wind against your legs as you run?

Can you feel the whole world disappear beneath your feet, as you fly, surrounded by nothing but the element of air?

Maybe I am the only one who savors every breath of fresh air that I inhale.

Maybe I am the only one who can whisper to nothing but open air, and have it whisper back.

Maybe I am the only one who feels the butterfly kisses of the breeze.

Maybe I am the only one who can see the astonishing colors of the wind.

Am I the only one who notices?

Or am I the only one who cares?

Air is my life.

Is it yours?