The sigh is the reset button for my emotions, allowing a response to come that has the benefit of both empathic and logical thought.
The switch from reaction to reflection, to process, to arrive at a good response, was signalled by the sigh.
In his sigh existed the moments he needed to respond with loving care.
Just the slight of Olivia's tired brown boots rounding the corner was enough to release the breath Ian didn't even know he was holding. With the sigh his shoulders relaxed and his face lit up into the person his love knew.
Ava sighed like a slight spring breeze, soft and gentle, almost lost against the drone of the traffic.
The sight that escaped Mac's dry lips was slow, as if his brain needed that time to process what had happened. His eyes remained fixed on the road, on the exact path Mia had fled down.
When Maya sighed she jutted her bottom lip out, redirecting the air-flow to her long bangs. For that brief moment her black hair fanned upwards before resettling just over her eyes.
The sigh fluttered on the winds like a butterfly decorated with a perfidy amount of colours. A sigh. Desire and disgust. Streamed through the air. A sigh. Disappointment and gladness. Decorated the air leaving a path. A sigh. Of relief and worry. Leaping through the air like a dear. A sigh. Of happiness and sadness. Dancing through the air. A sigh. Of excitement and fear. Strolling through the air like a roller coaster. A sigh means it all.