I was running and the air was clear, deep gulps of cold icy air travelled down into my lungs. I could feel the bleak tendrils enter each alveoli. Well of course I couldn’t but it felt like it.
Each breath is a new burst of energy as oxygen is taken from the air and distributed around my body to each place it is needed. The brain needs 18% and the heart 11% but it is the slithering liver that consumes most oxygen.
I wonder as I gulp another frosty gaseous lump where will those pieces of oxygen land. Will the haemoglobin take these pieces to my frozen fingers to try and recirculate warmth.
It only takes 2° to start hypothermia. As I run some more I think I might need to turn around when splat. I upended on a wee patch of black ice. Nothing hurt, not even my pride – there was no one to see, only me.
I walked home, no more running, no more gulping air, The closer I got, the further away from the freezing temperatures and of course on entry into the house the warmth hit like a blanket.
A cuddling, loving, hugging blanket of warmth that made me be thankful and grateful for all that I have. Including each and every breath that God gives me to enter my lungs.
Psalm 150 1 Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. 2 Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. 3 Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, 4 praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe, 5 praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals. 6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.