"The Ambitions are - to wake up, breathe, keep breathingÖ"
- Golden Palominos
The whoosh of air flutters into my lung.
A parachute has been opened.
No longer grabbed so fiercely in the grips of gravity, the contents of my body settle a bit.
Slowly I force myself to gather at
My mouth opens, the incredulous sounds of articulate speech stream forth from its roof.