All I need is the air that I breathe.
The irony in owning an expensive motorcar is that without the FREE AIR that fills it tires, the car will stumble like its missing a limb and will leave the human cargo stranded and cussing the inconvenience of it escaping.
All that money spent on the car and its rendered immobile because of one free part a gazillion Euros can’t buy – the air. The same air we breathe for free.
There are cars that cost literally millions like the $2.6 million Bugatti Veyron Supersport 16.4. Hit a well placed pot hole and you have to buy a whole new wheel and re-insert the FREE AIR.
A 2.6 million dollar car should ride on air, forget the rubber. How neanderthal is that? It should fly you to Mars where you may find new air…out there.
All the technology and R&D that costs you $90,000 for a new Cadillac Escalade is thwarted by a rogue nail that releases the FREE AIR back into its natural environment – the atmosphere, from whence it came.
Yes a tire is like a zoo for atmosphere. Free the Oxygen, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen! Let them roam the earth without rubber cages to hinder them. Let them move thru the trees and fields as they sway the wheat like waves moving and cresting across a lake.
I breathe in the goodness of it and exhale the cares of the day. The air is my friend and constant companion. Freely taken in and freely exhaled out.
As I ran along my favorite dirt trail, I labored to consume it fast enough to keep my legs moving. Once the air had opened up the lungs it became rhythmic, natural and rather human-in-the-raw. The breathing became the metronome to pace my arm swing, leg gait and forward motion. Its invisible yet always can be heard rushing to escape as the lungs give it a push upwards.
If I lose all the world views as treasure, yet retain the right to breath free air, all will be well. Air is void of any of the needful things that are inserted in the Sunday paper, and that interrupt “Restaurant Impossible.”
Radio and music travel over the air waves. Planes need it to lift, carry and fly. People use air to make jokes about other people that contain large quantities of it between their ears.
Countries go to war over their Air-Space being invaded by foreign Airplanes who then return to their amphibious Airport.
All I need is the air that I breathe. Sometimes. Other times I need a big honkin’ glass of water and a tin can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli.
Every living being needs it…oxygen. A shortness of it is usually a sign something is severely wrong inside a person. Its a warning from within that tells us we need help now or, its saying slow down, you don’t have a big enough mouth to drink enough air to fuel your muscles.
The rushing air at my back pushes the bicycle like wind carrying a prairie schooner.
Photosynthesis releases air as a waste product. Totally green, clean sewer! Plant-a plant and grow some air.
Air is my invisible friend. Breathe deep.