The door is open,
But no air comes in
It’s stagnant and warm
Like a muggy summer day…
The air just kind of drips down from the clouds

It’s heavy and thick
And when you reach your hand outside
To feel the air that refuses to mix with its cold partner from your house,
It forms drops on your skin
It mixes in with the soft hair on your arms

You take a step
Your old sneakers hit the front step
Your faded jeans are slow to follow, along with the rest of your body
It’s like you’re caught in the collision of the warm and cool
The swirling tornado of time

You stand for a moment,
Should you go any further?
The warm air envelopes you and is pulling you forward,
But do you really want to go-
Do you want to leave the cool calm of your house?

It seems you can’t stand in the middle of the two
You try to put half your body into the cool air from the house,
And half into the warm,
But all you feel is a tearing sensation that is too much to bear

You push off your front step
You jump the next three steps
When your shoes hit the ground,
They are running before you are
They are taking you somewhere that you are unsure of

But you do know that your choice has been made,
Weather voluntary or involuntary-
You have made that first step
Into the sweat drenched air
Into the air that everyone else seems to breathe in just fine,
But it seems you can’t even catch one breath.

But you know you are,
You can hear yourself breathing…
It just doesn’t feel right.
You could go back to the calm,
But you will never be able to mix the warm and the cold

The choice is yours.
Will you be the one who stays in the shadows?
Or the one who works with everyone else…
A follower or the one that hides?
Neither seems appealing…
Or maybe… you will be the one who shakes this earth so much that the air will mix
And it will all come together when you make them collide