Origami

This morning, I discovered origami. I thought of his silhouette in the window. Her care. Her text message. Her care. His smile. Her laughter. Their curiosity. Their smiles. His words. My breath became so tender yet so palpable and potent, I felt compelled to fold the air before me, into the most exquisite shape unlike any other. It had an iridescent color, no doubt refracting the sweet essence of our connections. Words often come to my service for these exquisite moments. But in this early morning, singular moment, how could I ignore the generosity with which my breaths laid themselves out before me, beckoning my participation?