I am sorry to keep quiet for the last week. I have written a few posts, and maybe I will publish them now. But each time I typed I thought, well that's not really the latest. That's not good enough for today.
How can I describe it? Like I have been born again, really. Resurrected from the dead.
For example, last night I went for a run. I had a loose, long-sleeved, thin shirt. On the way home, the wind was blowing just so to make ripples in the sleeves up the entire arm. It tickled and made me laugh, wild with delight. I have worn that shirt quite often. But it has never thrilled me before.
That is the latest. This kind of thing happening to me throughout the day. I am just so excited about being here. It is an incredible way to live! Like a newborn. Wide-eyed and grinning.