losing grip you sway this way and that, all the while struggling to maintain somewhat a graceful composure..
you breath in, in an attempt to regain balance..
the air holding the crispness of autumn nearing.. you are re-acquainted..
breathing deeper you force your lungs to pull and stretch until they are screaming at you to exhale...
instead, you stop. you hold your breath.
you are not ready to let go of that familiar scent.. that air you have come to know yet still seem to fear..
brought on by the wind.. never clear of it's direction..
the air of change.
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