Air (con't)

3 out-breaths, 2 in-breaths or 2 out-breaths, 1 in-breath, an odd number alternates the pedal press down. The cold makes my nose run, harder to maintain a rhythm between sniffs. Air, fueling the fire, lungs like bellows.

The wind sometimes like gravity, need to go lower, but the body won't flex. Wind permeating the muscles, merging with energy combining the elements. Air, mixing it up. Mixing it up.

Pressing down, pulling up, thoughts create uneven breath, always returning.