“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”
“He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together.”
“The very air they breathed was almost a juice.”
“It almost rained Saturday.The clouds hung low over the farm.The air felt thick.It smelled like rain.In town,the sidewalks got damp, that was all.”
“He was breathing heavy, but speaking assurances, words of encouragement delivered in short sentences. "Hang in there now. It'll be okay. We're almost there. Almost there.”
“To utter a word? no that will only heavy the air you breath, for your eyes speak more then your pretty mouth”