The sun, the cave, the line
The sun, the cave, and the line are all spaces full of light and shadows but void of clarity. Laying there with new lungs, I counted the breath - in 1, out 2, in 3, out 4, in 5. I tried to hold a whole measure and in less than half a beat, realized I was not the one breathing. Out 6. Perfectly spaced, almost like water evenly freezing, each breath expanded moving the warm air farther and farther away. I laid like a frozen placid pond with no song to sing.