Breath

This morning was very cold, I could see my breath. I tried to breathe onto the bag while holding it in one hand and with the other taking a picture, in the hope to capture the cloud of vapour coming out of my mouth on camera. But it didn’t work out. Then I tried near the kettle. It also didn’t work out. I was running out of time, so I decided to use an Instagram filter which most closely resembles vapour.

It was a long day of headlines like ‘Britons hold their breath ahead of Brexit vote’. And then nothing happened, again. Or maybe, a lot happened, but none of what I wanted to happen. I shall hold my breath until we get to vote on something.