My lips feel like butter to my own salty fingertips. My hair falls like featherweight across my open shoulders. I like the way my hands curve when I walk, arms swaying loose at my side. I like the soft thud my sneakers make as they bump against new found pavement I've never tread. For me, there is no better feeling than sun glazing my cheekbones; warm and decadent. I feel the curvature of my closed lids, and the stillness of my breathing body. I can stop time in a waking moment like this. This nothingness in the air around me is full and cavernous. I breathe life as it is - boundless and unafraid. I am tolerant of the waves and wind and whiz of strangers around me, but here in this now-ness I am intimately free; endlessly beautiful; blissfully me.