@Stevnjr 26 October 2020 more from that month

Better breath

The air is slightly chill unmoving. In my struggles I can taste the near distant sea. It salts my flapping lungs. All asthmatics share this conceit- that you can drown in air like beached fish or garrotted dugongs, that your face will turn blue as a prelude to being the pretty unpleasant contorting end of you. It's no joke constantly struggling to never choke on cod bones, to keep a grip on a life that can easily slip into a wild death spiral when stress bites or guests light up bonfires in their selfish blank faces. No smoking. Wear your Covid mask. Swear to take great care. No. We don't share the same suffering body. Each to their odd singularity. Asthmatics need to be spared foul air and foul intentions. I would give them bungalows by the sea, the remedy of no fluff, no tame cats. No TV. Nothing 'godly'. I would slow their life to slow their death. Better air is always best married to peace supported by an inhaled relief.