A breathe of fresh air has blown my way. I mean real air with real scent and definite impact. So far removed from this cyber junk that i have regained my sense of self. I forgot for a while what it was like to really interact with a someone. To react to a someone. To be acted upon and then let fly with the consequences. A strong little black coffee that sneaks into your bed and kicks you in the balls just as you were resting for a short while. A peroxide madam whose personal mantra is "you can always do better (well especially if it is my way!)",comes crashing in from touchdown and leaves a trail of affected lives all the way to departure.A fellow swan who shares the joys of personal achievements,realises the importance of hard physical graft yet enjoys the weakness of indulgence without pangs of overt guilt.......SOOOO Refreshing.
I did not feel that i was left to my self when drinking in the experiences of sight and smell and sound. Truly i felt that there was some similar condition of appreciation for what usually is passed by without a seconds hesitation.Maybe if i am lucky there will be a return to this state of bliss.....watch this space ;-)