"The soul is a breath of living spirit that with excellent sensitivity permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it; greening it."
-Hildegard von Bingen

Breath and breathing has been in my thoughts as the air that hangs around every corner, rising from the curbstones, in New York City, seems laden with gray tentacles of retractivity. Does this grayness permeate all the cities residents? Does it give us life - a life of greyness? And does that greyness led to turning away from those that walk by our side? Is there fruitfulness in greyness, can it have a soul of brilliance or one of smudge. The greening of the gray creeps up from every crack, only to be crushed beneath the weight of so heavy a breath.