It is a strange breath that fills our lungs in the moment before; the moment before the needle goes in my arm before the first boom of thunder before she starts shouting her oaths before metal meets metal with a rending peel before the final sting in the trailer with the release date before the gunshot before the death rattle before the last swig of the last pint at the end of the night before the first guest arrives before my mouth reaches for hers. Before anything we ever do we take a piece of the atmosphere and carry that with us for a second tasting the moment, reading it like a snake's tongue then blow it away. A revolution in exhale. -Leo Cookman