BREATH IN, BREATH OUT. What is rather amazing about this simple action, is that sometimes you see something on this earth through the eyes that God gave you, and you suddenly feel nothing but that breath on every square inch of your body. This is that moment, in a dissected visual flash of my mind. Oxygen (blue) and the blood (purple/red) that oxygen feeds moving in and out of the body. I was at the Prague Castle earlier this year looking at the stained glass in this ancient vessel of soul and prayer. Its power seemed magnified in every chip of glass thoughtfully put into place and with out intention magnifying the light into this blessed space flooding into each breath of mine. With a mass of people streaming around me, I barely noticed their bustle of movements. All I could feel was the breath in my body being fueled by each refraction of light that my eyes were fortunate enough to see. Later that night, while thawing out in a warm corner of a pub with a good beer, I sat and sketched a small idea of these lines out. That was a pretty good day. Just breathing.