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When the Air Changes the Rhythm of the Day
I knew the air was bad again before I checked any app.
It was during my morning walk. Same route as always. Down from the village, along the familiar stretch where I usually settle into a steady rhythm.
But this time, something felt off. The air felt heavy. Not cold-cold, just thick.
I found myself breathing through my mouth sooner than usual, shortening the walk without really deciding to.
That’s usually the sign.
Learning to Read the Air
Living in this part of the country, you get used to reading the air as much as the weather. Some days it’s clear and sharp, especially after a bit of wind. Other days, like recently, it just sits there. Grey, Yellow, Still. Unmoved.
You can feel it before you see it. Before anyone mentions numbers or warnings.
Winter Fires and Everyday Reality
Winter is part of the story, of course. Around here, winter still means fires being lit. Wood stacked against walls. Stoves burning from early morning until late evening.
Each one is doing what it needs to do, keeping a family warm, but together they fill the air with smoke that has nowhere to go.
Cars, Cold Engines, and Short Journeys
Then there’s the traffic. Cold starts. Short trips.
Engines idling while someone pops into a shop. Multiply that by thousands and suddenly the air at street level feels tired before the day has properly begun.
It’s not one big polluter.
It’s all the small, ordinary ones added together.
When the Weather Traps Everything
And then the weather does its part.
No wind. No movement. Sometimes fog that looks almost peaceful until you realise it’s holding everything in place.
When that happens, nothing clears.
The air just hangs around at breathing height. Exactly where we are.
Not New, Just Felt More
This isn’t a new problem. Anyone who’s spent a few winters here knows the pattern.
December and January are often the worst.
By spring, things usually improve and we forget about it again.
Until next winter.
Noticing It More With Age
But when you’re in your seventies, you notice it more. The body is less forgiving. A walk that normally clears the head can feel like hard work.
A cough lingers longer than it should.
You start planning your day around how the air feels, not just what you want to do.
Adjusting Without Making a Fuss
On days like this, I shorten my walks. I choose quieter times. I stay in once the evening fires really get going.
Windows closed.
Not out of fear. Just common sense.
Waiting for the Wind
There’s a bigger conversation to be had about cleaner heating, insulation, public transport, and long-term change.
But none of that fixes the air outside your door today.
For now, we pay attention. We look after ourselves. We look out for neighbours.
And we wait for that first proper wind that clears the sky and reminds us how good the air here can be.
When the air feels heavy in Bosnia and Herzegovina, it isn’t a statistic.
It’s something you feel in your lungs, in your pace, and in the quiet decision to turn back a little earlier than usual.
And like everyone else, I’m watching the trees. Waiting.
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