At last, I’ve learned to live inside all of this beauty, and bask in the glow of high spirits! To finally feel the pull of joy, not merely observe it. No longer will I wrest myself from its hold. I know it looms, just out of view. A storm which I’m uncertain calm will follow. I know it looms, such is the quall. But does my fear have warrant when I did form it? Hold fast, these clouds mask a sun whose rays will make stark my darkest shadow. I have felt this bearing down on me forever. And all of a sudden… I feel it is lifted!