Aether (NaPoWriMo 2022 #21)

I think
air is underrated,
fresh air
the outdoor slight breeze
rustling trees and carrier bags
even in concrete jungles.

Feeling
the light tugging touch
of a cold breeze
through clothes
to the skin,
reminding the
homo sapien skeleton
inside
that the elements are immortal.

Winds on the face
tousling hair tips
makes me feel
romantic and classical,
touched by nature,
that smartphones
and brick-like technology
cannot build into my heart,
because
air has force
especially if angered.