The Air Is New

You were full of, okay, Lou, are you ready? Yeah, it's all good. Thank you very much. And, you know, this one is really about gratitude and awareness.

So, I hope you all enjoy it. It is called This Glorious Now. Hear now.

The breath arrive cool as a blessing. No echo of what came before. No chase of what lies ahead.

Just this sacred draw. This quiet miracle in your chest. Life whispering, I am.

Sunlight spills across your skin. Not the memory of warmth. Not the promise of it.

But this golden touch. This soft fire defines you. You are seen.

A sip of water, crisp and clean. No longing lingers on your tongue. No cloud darkens the horizon.

Only this clarity. This grace flowing down your throat. Gratitude becomes you.

A bird sings. No audience, no stage. Just the morning open to it.

Its stroll splits the silence. A sound older than sorrow. And for a moment, your heart remembers how to fly.

This is joy of being. Your hand finds another warm alive. Not to heal the past.

Not to promise the future. But simply to hold. Fingers intertwined like roots.

A wordless forgiving passes between skin. This is love without story. Very silent.

No words, no need. Just the presence of another breathing beside you. Sharing the heart's like sacred ground.

The air is new. Rain has washed the world clean. And you step into it like a baptism.