This is part 2 of my random ramblings/free association on the four elements (part 1, on fire, can be found here.)
Breathe in, breathe out, lungs expanding and contracting. A cold wind that chills down to the bone. Movement, communication, speech, language, shouting, whispering, being full of hot air (like a balloon). A spring breeze that carries the scent of flowers. The wind dances, it howls, it whistles, it tosses things about.
Water is life, but so is air (even more so) without it, we die, our bodies picked apart by birds, wings to fly. I always wanted a set of wings when I was little, now I’m terrified of going on airplanes. I like it when my feet are on solid ground (that isn’t moving) although my head often stays in the clouds.
Heh, air-heads, intellect, a razor sharp mind (I’ve never understood this air/swords association) quick as a thought (Thialfi knows that better than anyone).
Holding your breath in anticipation (or just to see how long you can do it), something that leaves you breathless (for me, it’s running), a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, a kiss, depending on someone else to breathe, breathplay–no, let’s not go into that.
The gentle breeze carrying the scent of lilacs, the howling during a thunderstorm, tornado, hurricane, a savage dance that destroys everything in its path.
Hail to air, raging tempest, barest breath.