[You aren't exactly sure what just opened, but the brilliant light that spills out feels familiar. It feels like the first day of summer as a child, a rare day when you just want to run and run for nothing more than the simple joy of it. The wonderful lazy feeling of just waking from a nap. It feels like the excitement that comes with conquering the obstacle that's been holding you back for weeks. The simple pleasures of learning the trick to a difficult problem, that triumph of having learned something new. The wonder of what's lying just beyond . . . What if you'd done things differently? What if you do them differently in the future?
It feels like scraped knees and bruised egos and the gentle comfort of just sitting with someone. Like the pain of loss and the slow trudge of a workday and the relief at finally making it home to collapse on the couch and forget your troubles. It feels like being alive, and it's wonderful.]