OPEN AIR

LETTERS

Do you ever feel weighed down? I mean who doesn’t from time-to-time? How about this: do you know what it’s like to be under water? Like, so deep you just hope you’ll make it to the surface? All you are yearning for is air. Open, fresh, breathable air. Do you remember what it was like to take that breath?

With the pandemic, a rapidly changing economic and political climate, and more piled on top of the everyday challenges that life presents, one simple breath of air is hard to come by.

But take a second. Take a step back. Take a walk outside, pick some flowers, make a mood board, drink some water— just do something that isn’t based on a schedule or producing part of someone else’s story. For once, focus on you. Your breathing. Your movement. The space you take up.

Because when you do, you’ll see the effervescent life that surrounds you. You’ll see cosmic shifts and detailed features that you’ve been overlooking. Open your eyes as wide as they can go and just take everything in. Do you feel that? That weight lifting, that indescribable rush of euphoria, that moment in which you break through the surface of that water and open air fills your lungs without giving you a moment to think about it?

You’re given a breath, and you decide what you do with it. You can exist in any timeline of any story that you want to create. You can climb mountains and paint the world. Take that breath, and feel that open air.