Cold air and shafts of light tend to afford more detailed glimpses of the movement of air particles and the breath, which is a delight to see. What is there is a whole dancing, vaporous cloud of particles which is constantly moving, swirling, and curling, and being inhaled and exhaled, in a constant ebb and flow, an exchange between one's inner space and the outer air.
The experience of breathing itself is quite immediate and visceral, and if one just thinks about the breath, it tends to be some simplified image like a burst of air, or the lungs expanding and contracting, or the pursed mouth taking air in and letting it go, in and out. Countless simplified images to go about our business and live our lives, but they are an immense compression nonetheless. There are worlds passing in and out of us, swirling about in the open space.
