My heart is full, nigh unto bursting.
I know not why, and I’m afraid to ask.
I want to run, but know not where. I want to fly, but cannot leave the ground.
My heart is heavy. I do know why.
It tells me. I need not ask.
The sun shines. The wind blows, like a gentle whisper, to woo me away from my desk. The road calls my name in that old familiar voice. I’ve gotten a taste. I want to hit it so hard I’ll never be the same.
I would take to the wind like a dove, were not my feet trapped in the mud. I would leap off the cliff and glide and soar in the thermals, if I knew I wouldn’t fall to the ground.
Looping, dipping, diving, climbing. Gliding, sailing, seeing, pursuing.
Yet, what can I say. It’s wonderful! It’s amazing! Better than I imagined! I feel lucky. Privileged.
Who cares that I’m no eagle, no sailing albatross. What’s wrong with today? What’s wrong with this moment?
I am rich. I have need of little. I have more than most.
It’s a beautiful day for a walk.