Like that moment the storm ceases and all you can hear is the wind easing,
the drumming and crashing have moved on,
for a time,
and the quiet is so thick you can hold it.
And your stomach unclenches and your legs stop needing to run…
It’s like that.
Like seeing a color you never have before and thinking that there should be a flavor to it,
something that bursts on the tongue and eyes like fireworks.
Like having tea with an empress,
like sleeping in a tree,
like finding your name in an old book
and remembering how it ended.
Like memories of flying….
There is something
out there in the here and now,
and in those odd moments
you touch your life
and it touches you back
You were right.
You were always right.
There is more.