what she is to me, air. the warm air after a rain that you can taste as you breathe it in, its thick rich scent never losing its wonderful appeal even after years of feeling it, of trying to memorize it. its comforting and beautiful. the cool breeze in the dead heat of summer that brushes along your cheeks and tangl… Read more

what she is to me, air. the warm air after a rain that you can taste as you breathe it in, its thick rich scent never losing its wonderful appeal even after years of feeling it, of trying to memorize it. its comforting and beautiful. the cool breeze in the dead heat of summer that brushes along your cheeks and tangles in your hair, that saves you from the overwhelming temperatures around you the hot air that blasts through the car fans. that swirls around and you try to catch with your fingers, that takes away the numb from the cold winter and fills you with a quiet pleasure that is worth the wait through the cold. i couldn't ask for more, i could never need more. shes encouraged me to do more than i thought i could be capable of. what her photos are to me, softness, a quiet but vital pulse. the world when you take a step back, or lean in closer and just pause. it's holding your breath to prolong the moment, and deep respiration to let it pass over you in all it is. you are invaluable, beyond calculable or appraisable value