Saturday 4th January 2020, 11:06am
I wonder Giulia, if you can bring a balloon back with you. Filled with the air from your lungs whilst there as you say. Then if we breathe the ballon in and blow it into another balloon as the four of us and the two space all become one...
I also thought of this line from an R.E.M song as I read your writing
‘If the wind were colours, and if the air could speak... then whistle as the wind blows through the leaves’. HH