I find it so fascinating that we interact with air constantly. It’s all around us. We can feel it. It has a speed, temperature, water content. We are basically swimming in it like a fish in water. We draw it in and out of our lungs all day, even when we sleep. It is part of the recipe of life, as without it, we die.
Yet, we can’t see it and often rarely think about it much. When you look at an empty room, all you see is emptiness. You don’t think about how full of air the room is. Something so vast in its quantity, yet so passively ignored most of the time.