fresh air-theme

As a child I  fell asleep in a confined space, sometimes I would awake sweaty with nightmares. Sometimes I would awake thinking I was home, and there was no war. Then I would realize I was in a stale dusty aired attic, without freedom.

Most people these days may not appreciate their freedom until until it is taken away for whatever reason.

Fresh air used to be insignificant to me, until I no longer experinced it.

Anne