... like when it rains without warning for a moment on a
warm night. Everybody knows those things that are intensely
enjoyable and you wish life were always like that, its the way it
should always be, the the meaning of freedom, then it passes,
phases out, like a fizzle of eyelash, an errant spell, and you
sigh, goodby, and somebody asks you what that was for, or whats
wrong and there is no way to explain it for them just right, and
you forgive them, all of them, because it was you couldn't
explain the things that matter the most....
