with the world.
I love those moments, those evenings, those weeks, the ones that catch you by surprise. A feeling I can only compare to the desert, how it makes you feel so whole and complete; satisfied, content, and yet itching for more. The quiet, the solitude, the inner peace and enlightenment that settles beneath your skin when you experience a moment of real life. La realidad, when you step out of the bustling day to dayness of the usual and fall into just being. Something so sacred it can never be stolen because it can never be spoken. Just felt. The moments when you know that there is more than just blood flowing through your veins. But magic, and music, and travel, and knowledge, and light and life; so beatiful almost to the point that I don't fear death, because I know that to return to the earth and slip back into everything and everyplace and everyone, to become one with all of this richness and loveliness, must feel a little something like these moments.
