It feels special. The whole anticipation of a better tomorrow. The idea that you no longer relate to the subjugations of life and being in total surrender.
The punctuating sentences, or the needless stooks, no longer bug you at play.
The dance of sunderance is at the dawn breaking free from the shackles. You laugh, you cry, you remain in the awe, such is the craze.
The beautiful waves incoherent and rhythmic at the same, such illuminance, exhilaration and joy reaping.
When words do not explain, when sentences do not relate.. when equanimity prevails…such brilliance, oh life.