I don't want to waste this feeling. These days it always seems like I have an elastic string tied around my waist, with the other end firmly attached to Earth.
Most days -- especially during work days -- I have my sensibilities (mostly) anchored to the ground. But there are rare times, like right now, when I feel as if I am suddenly launched high up into the air and jettisoned into space. When the last thing I want to do is something anticlimactic, like going home.
It's difficult to explain, really. Is it freedom? Is it being alive? Is it being real? I'm not exactly sure. It's hard to keep focus when the entire universe is rushing like a runaway train before my eyes. All I know is I should keep up before the noise dies down.
