Is there something in the air?
I had no proof, but I didn’t need any. Feeling it was enough and I made a promise to breathe in as much of it as I could.
I chatted with myself on and off about whether I’d ever been so aware of air and eventually agreed that, apart from one instance, in 1994, when I stepped out of the airport terminal into the Floridian heat and thought I was standing underneath a hot air blower, I had not.
The Florida air was suffocating and heavy on my body. The Swedish air felt like a soft kind of energy. Part purified oxygen canister, part hypoallergenic duvet.
Carrie Not the Kind of Girl You'd Marry 