Let me catch my breath.
You take my breath away.
I need a breath of fresh air.
And how did little white flowers come to be known as Baby's Breath?
Breath is a mystery in more ways than one. And this story is all about breath: losing it, trying to find it, even trying to buy it.
In the imagination of Paul Briggs, a boy's breath becomes personified, and it zooms away through farm, forest, and sea, returning only when the boy least expects it.
