Something really surreal and beautiful happened last night. It felt like swimming underwater - free and tenuous and you keep your eyes closed because it hurts to keep them open but then if you can put up with the discomfort a little bit, the sights you see! The worlds you visit!
It seems like a ganache of sensations now but here's what I remember of it - a very dark lane with city lights sparkling like crusted sugar on jujubes. A talk about a creative assignment. A sharing. Some home-made food. A lot of warmth and kindness and comforting. And a drifting off to sleep and waking up in the island of a tomorrow.
Whatever yesterday was reminded me of a time when I'd swum to the bottom of the ocean floor for the first time. I remember how peculiar and natural it all was. I remember fighting back tears.
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Or is this metaphor/simile at its best?
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