columns breathe, we breathe

Openings above are like windows to the natural world, isolating pinholes of sky (without buildings, without cranes). To look up is to get lost in clouds, to meet the slow pace of the clouds moving and breathe a deep breath. 

We tuck our bodies in the crevices of the column, ourselves breathing in and out, looking down, looking up, then side to side, once per breath, expanding our vision, contracting our body to the column’s form like micro-beings on the surface, like the lava of the giant's causeway cooling then cracking.