28/52 Air


Just after I took this photo on a Derbyshire hillside, you commented:

There’s a nice wind.

Before I could suggest that the word breeze might be better, you ‘corrected’ yourself, saying

There’s nice air.

And you were right, far beyond grammar, the air was nice. It was an English afternoon tea air, sweet with sunlight, sleepy with clouds, buzzing with the secret thoughts of flowers.





I snapped this photo with my phone,¬†through the window of the car, as we drove from Arlanda airport home to my parents. After three weeks in China’s hazy, humid smog (and being delayed two extra nights because of a typhoon) it felt amazing to finally arrive and breathe in this fresh, clean air of pine forests, wildflowers and rainbows and let out a sigh of relief.