When the storm's out, run in the rain...

As the moon was the only thing lighting our way across an imminently treacherous sea, I wondered if perhaps this was the most happy I'll ever be in my life. A complete state of calm and ease. A wanderlust that can only be described as an utter lack of worry. I think that for a few moments I might have even understood what it means to die in peace. Not that I wanted to, but I guess what I am trying to say is that even if I did, for a brief few flashes, I wasn't afraid. It passed, though. As everything does. And as days go by, I try to remember how it felt, before I once more get consumed by the vortex of the mundane. I'll cling to it for as along as I can and when it finally escapes my grasp, that will be okay as well - because I know I will find it again. And again. And again.