Air.
It is the one thing in this world that I desire more than anything else;
The one thing in this world that fills my day as unyieldingly as sound or seconds.
Air.
It courses through my body,
Charging my movements like the electricity running through my phone,
Flowing through my veins like the water that fills the depths of the Congo.
Air.
It is the puppeteer standing behind the combustion of my car engine,
The mastermind behind the neurotic synapses that gave birth to e=mc2,
The lifeline that everyone is unknowingly betting their life on,
Our omniscient companion that we only think to miss when our head is under waves.
Air.
It is what I think most deserves a "thank you" on Thanksgiving:
For providing us with the beauty of music through its rhythmic reverberations
And for the cool breeze that remedies searing sunlight from a summer sky.
A "thank you" for the energy it provides after passing through the mills of Kansas,
And for the lift that brought the Wright Brothers up from the ground and into fame.
Air.
It lends its hand not just to me but to those that I love.
I thank it everyday for giving life to a pair of human beings that have raised me,
For giving life to friends that have been and friends that are now,
And for being ready to catch and provide for the children I will one day have.
Air.
It is my best friend and my immortal companion,
My always loyal Passepartout,
My always faithful Watson.
Air.
I guess the thing I like most about air is that, no matter what,
It will always be there for you.