It feels like burning lungs and flying legs, moving toward the sunburned horizons of the Southwest, and the clarity of standing above the clouds halfway up Everest. I blink as the cold of California glints off of leafless trees, bland highways, unfamiliar and disturbing overbuilding, and San Jose comes closer. It feels like the restfulness of rising and setting alongside the sun, of perfect wellness and staying up all night to catch up. It feels like the profound cool of swimming beneath waterfalls. It simply feels like this, like life, like flawless movement and perfect flexibility. Feels like feeling One.
Feels Like, Pt. 2In by Lucía on December 24, 2010 at 4:09 pm