The Earth was scrubbed clean this morning,

The air still electric from the sudden rush of water. We've forgotten how the air cools so quickly on our skin.

This morning, I breathed it in.

I had other choices.

I could've left quicker,

Could have spent eternal minutes on a packed highway.

I could've thought about work,

Worried about the threadbare edges of my love,

Trembled at the possibility of so much heat and so little water.

But I stood very still,

As the wind made mischief with my hair,

And breathed.