I was test-driving a new flute this morning and got to the point where I needed to shake and swab the condensation out of it. With one vigorous flick of the wrist, moisture from the head joint spattered the sofa pillows. I looked down the inside of the shaft and this is what it looked like:
Breath did that.
Breath produces and propels the tune in any wind instrument.
It can lift a piece of paper off a desk.
It can lift bangs off a forehead.
It can cool coffee.
It can remove germs from a cookie or a pacifier that fell on the floor but was picked up in under five seconds (though possibly it has to be mommy breath, especially the breath of a mommy who has had more than one child).
It can express exasperation with a wordless interjection.
It can revive someone whose own breathing has stopped.
It can animate the dust off an unkempt surface.
It can animate the dust that shaped Adam.
The gentlest stream of breath on a cheek can get a baby’s attention.
The gentlest stream of breath on a cheek can get a beloved’s attention.
What else can breath do? How have you used yours today?