Air

An old man breathes slowly, worrying about the future.

A young woman drops the torn pieces of a picture off of a tall bridge.

A shriveled leaf wavers on a branch.

Emergency room doors bang open as a woman on a stretcher is pushed through them.

A book is closed soundly in a quiet library, reverberating.

A tractor sits rusting in a field.

A sun rise appears.

The wind catches picture fragments and twists and turns and plays them before it lets them complete their plummet.

An electron jumps towards the front of a television screen.

Tennis shoes hang from a telephone wire, swinging very gently.

Waves reach the end of their reign.

A cross-country runner pants at the end of the race.

Grass searches up through a crack in the sidewalk.

A screen door bangs open and closed.

Flute notes sound.

Hair on the head of a motorcyclist flaps just outside the bottom of a helmet.

Smoke rises into the night air having finished aiding in the browning of marshmellows.

A man falls asleep on an airplane, snoring just loudly enough to bother the person next to him.

A kitten twists in the air and lands on all four feet.

Silence.

A windmill turns slowly waiting to be mistaken for a dragon.

Snowy powder blows back and forth across a cold empty street in waves.

A horn sounds.

Bubbles drift across an open field, playing and chasing each other.

A kite deflates and falls to earth.

An audience explodes in thunderous applause.

Red embers smoulder alone.

A storm brews.

Hundreds of balloons rise up.

A chill runs down a spine whose owner finds itself wishing it were covered more thoroughly.

Clouds drift gently across the sky.

A parachutist decends to earth.

Icarus flies.