It’s a good time to wonder what happens when something is under pressure long enough with no room to escape. Or rather, no room to transform into what it needs to be to withstand the pressure.

I listened again, and thought – huh, it sounds so much like it’s breathing. I was off and running with thoughts about the earth taking breaths and how they were different in the winter and how those exhales were so much like…like the way horses sound in the morning. Like air moving through a snout. Huh, I thought again. The geysers sound like they’re breathing through snouts.