arms rejoice at their strength.
body laughs as it runs and rips and falls and runs again
mind and heart in gladness contemplate that in ages past at my age i would be elderly. and yet, now, in this day at the dawn of a much greater even if more terrible future, i am in the flush of youth.
and i breathe in great gulps. the air dry and old. my lungs, though, make it new.
all is fresh. clean. silent.
my laughter raucous.
