Air may seem a strange thing to be grateful for, but I don’t know why that should be the case. Next to the short time that humans have been pumping stuff into it, the atmosphere of our planet took a very, very long time to evolve and reach conditions that were suitable for life in general. That life then made it more and more suitable for more and more complex life. Maybe I should be grateful for the oxygen, but not all creatures the have the same requirements.
And if we had evolved on Titan, methane would be important and oxygen would likely be poisonous. But, surprise, I’m getting side tracked.
I have to admit that I love air, I love breathing. It’s unconscious most of the time, but there’s nothing like that fist deep breath in the morning, when you’re barely awake and realizing your day has begun. The first real breath of the day, a dramatic slurping of air into your lungs.
Then there’s the life-giving, endurance-extending air during and after heavy physical exercise, and especially the rhythmic version of breath that comes with running or cycling.
And every so often, just sitting and thinking about the cycle of air through my body and what happens to it along the way.
I love air, and I love breathing, and not least because I really don’t like the alternative.by