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These are some of the signs you are living in an euphoric state:
The cracking of pool balls as the bounce off another and into pockets, after playing several great games in a row.
The welcoming look in a young woman's eye that leads to a conversation which leads to wild dancing to a seldom heard Skinny Puppy song.
The all-swallowing blue sky, wind blowing across your skin as you open the windows for the first time in months and enjoy being out doors.
The feel of crushed velvet on your fingers, as you buy curtains for your room with an old friend and impress the cashier with your choice. The giddiness and humor that suffuses your whole day with him.
The scent of perfume on your skin (leather, rosewood, and tonka), on her skin, on the crushed velvet draped around you. The connection shared by you and others, old friends and new, the feeling of being exactly where you want to be and loving yourself down to the marrow of your bones. Soft touches, softer kisses, greeting the pale light of dawn.
Fantastic adventures lived with your mind, of battles won, and later watching similar adventures on TV with your friends, a leg draped across your lap and a glass of wine in your hands.
That last tired night, reconnecting with an even older friend, smiles and conversation. Being called out to dance, surrounded by friends and loved ones, loving life.
The cracking of pool balls as the bounce off another and into pockets, after playing several great games in a row.
The welcoming look in a young woman's eye that leads to a conversation which leads to wild dancing to a seldom heard Skinny Puppy song.
The all-swallowing blue sky, wind blowing across your skin as you open the windows for the first time in months and enjoy being out doors.
The feel of crushed velvet on your fingers, as you buy curtains for your room with an old friend and impress the cashier with your choice. The giddiness and humor that suffuses your whole day with him.
The scent of perfume on your skin (leather, rosewood, and tonka), on her skin, on the crushed velvet draped around you. The connection shared by you and others, old friends and new, the feeling of being exactly where you want to be and loving yourself down to the marrow of your bones. Soft touches, softer kisses, greeting the pale light of dawn.
Fantastic adventures lived with your mind, of battles won, and later watching similar adventures on TV with your friends, a leg draped across your lap and a glass of wine in your hands.
That last tired night, reconnecting with an even older friend, smiles and conversation. Being called out to dance, surrounded by friends and loved ones, loving life.
