in the air this morning

In the air this morning was that warm lushness.

That lusciousness.

That divine breath.

That promise of rain later on—gentle rain, not the bitter, biting rain that drives you inside, away from reminders of your own discomfort.

In the air this morning was that light touch {a glancing sensation akin to fingers ghosting over the skin} that feels very much like God has surrounded you.

Has enveloped you.

Has sighed around you.

In the air this morning was the memory of God breathing life into every little thing.

Even into me.