HAWA

The air we breathe moves through places before it ever reaches us.

From the sand of Arabia to the serenity of the steppes.

From Meiji shrines at dawn to rooftop calls in Cairo.

From the backstreets of Lagos to the tram lines in Paris.

From Chicago winters to Brazil’s Beaches.

It has passed over wars and weddings,

factories and fields,

stadiums, studios, and small forgotten rooms.

The same air fills every chest.

The same nourishing breath, under the same endless sky.