I think I understand where the phrase breath of fresh air originated. It was spurred by the stiff breezes that ride in on the tails of a weather front changing hot and humid air to cool and dry. A relief as welcome as jumping into a pool on a hot summer day.
The fresh air rushes toward us on winds that bend saplings, drive tumbleweeds, and fill the sails of boats. The same winds that cause sheets on clotheslines to snap and Venetian blinds behind open windows to rattle.
It is an air that promises a clean slate and an energy born from the dropping of baggage. Truly a fresh breath.
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