Ecstasy

Ecstasy.

Pure ecstasy was the only word that I could use to explain the world I fell into between the hours of nine and ten this morning.

Because it was within this hour long period that I found my home once again amongst the Delta channels. Traversing the narrow levee embankments behind the wheel, I was able to see a piece of the world I had left behind so long ago.

My lungs filled with a spirit I had long forgotten. A child with a carefree heart and a whimsical mind. She reached out for the wind and the water and the calamity and beauty of the unknown before her. And I drew her back in, too fearful to leave her behind.

The rich blue of the water had been captured perfectly by the light filtering behind the heavy rainclouds. The sun swept its radiant gaze over the pastures and the islands, enriching the already brilliant greens and mesmerizing oranges. I stood still in myself.

I could breathe again.

Not the city air, stagnant in its pollution and smog.

But I could breathe through my sinuses a thick, heavy gulp of moisture enriched wind. It carried me back, way back when I lived most of my childhood on the waters I now stood before. Cradled by rocking waves and an ever-changing breeze.

I was free for that moment.

And the only pain that I could feel was the stinging tears that dared to dot the corners of my eyes.

It was pure ecstasy.

For that briefest of an instant... It was all mine.

I was free.