Everyone claims to be okay with freedom of religion, but the moment you mention God there is a strange tension that fills the air. If there was a 6th sense, that would be it.
Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.
And so they stood on the walls of the City of Gondor, and a great wind rose and blew, and their hair, raven and golden, streamed out mingling in the air.
The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.
Annoying people is something of a talent of mine. I gave it up for a while, but lately it's started to come back to me.
I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.
The streetlight forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...
The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me
One day you do meet a man who kisses you and you can't breathe around it and you realize you don't need air.
Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . " Spring Flight
Water belongs to us all. Nature did not make the sun one person's property, nor air, nor water, cool and clear.
Problem is (follow me closely here, the science is pretty complicated), if I cut a hole in the Hab, the air won't stay inside anymore.
Evil became invisible when it was everywhere. Like air, everyone forgot it was there until it was blowing hard enough to knock off their hat or muss up their hair.
And I'm not sure if it's G-d, or fate, or just air masses colliding over water, but I will say this: It feels, finally, like flying.
Therapy isn't Radio.We don't need to constantly fill the air with sounds. Sometimes, when its quite, surprising things happen.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.
I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.
Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.
There was a time when I could have slept with his friend Briffa, for instance. Around him the air was always fraught with possibilities.
