Air is what I flew through when bungee jumping or rappelling. Air is what I flow through every time I do a round off back handspring, which I have happily just picked up again at the age of 41. Air is what my son runs circles around with arm outstretched. It's incorporated in the sunsets I make my kids look at each night, and it holds the stars we admire regardless of the temperature.
I love flying through the air, especially when using my own hands and feet.
My A to Z posts are themed with food, parenting and life, but not necessarily in that order. Enjoy!