Finding my breath again

a breathe question

Last week, while Kansas City was clinging to still-summer ninety degrees, I had the gift of traveling to New England to experience true fall for a flash of a moment. My boots crunched crisp leaves, and I woke up each morning to the ever-changing brilliance of green turned red and yellow and orange.

I felt the breath in my lungs again, in a way that only …

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