You know when you see something true or something good? Something that's organically good, something that can't be tampered with, and you get that feeling; that warm, whirly, full-up, satisfying wiggle from deep within that reminds you you are most definitely alive?
Like when a baby's tiny fingers first grasp their parents hand, or their tiny toes reaction to a cold, hard floor - it's untouchable.
Do you know that feeling?
I do.
For me, it is stored somewhere up there.
I felt it engulf me on Tuesday night, so completely that I found myself utterly overwhelmed. I felt a kind of listlessness as if I was caught in some kind of weird vortex of ecstasy, fuelled by witnessing someone I admire hit a milestone.
