I know how it’ll feel, but no idea how to word it. And I don’t need exact words now, other than to note I can feel it now.

Like a meditation that doesn’t end, or some travel somewhere you never expected to go. Happiness in a way that you question if you deserve it. Or maybe not deserve, but you question if it’s real.

My ride back to wine and all the people traveling here to see what I wake up to. Unreal… again the feeling is impossible to singularize or just pin to a word.

Already have what I want from this new varietal of story. Now I draw, I bring it into actualization and a manifested form.