I have fond memories of those days when I could breathe. I always enjoyed the feeling of slowly inhaling, letting the oxygen rush in, cleanse the system, then slowly exhaling, and letting the carbon dioxide out. Not giving it another thought before doing it again ... taking the wonder of it all for granted. I long for those days when I could articulate my "m"s and better yet, see the look on people's faces as I distinguished between my "m"s and "b"s. Look at her go, they'd say, truly amazed. Today, I say "milk" and those same bystanders hear "bilk"; I call earnestly to my "mum" and they hear "bum". I ask you, when will it all end?
Not for another two weeks, at least. Today, the pollen count in DC is high and on Thursday, it promises to be very high. Until then, all the world's pollen will continue to reside in my narrow nostrils, my watering eyes, and my rather irritated throat. And that's just goig to hab to be the story of by life.
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