Largely the feeling is irreplaceable - though maybe via drug. It turns you to a child and crushes your heart. It's wonder and awe and bewilderment and hard truth.
And also full of mischief. Just a little. Like knowing a secret: an early-morning gossip for your housewife mind. A secret to keep to yourself, briefly, but to also share - if only to ensure your boys know that you found it first.
And does it not also fill you with power? For just that moment you could take on the world and the balance of your existence instead of thrashing about, kicking and screaming...as now.
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