I remember joy.
A smile that aches, a wild dance.
Exhilaration of the senses.
Arms flung, legs wide, shaken by an unrestrained force.
Caressed by a whirlwind.
Now, my boots stick to the grey earth.
Heavy weights on my hands.
Blinkers on my eyes.
Tired and ordinary.
But I remember joy.
I want to be incandescent again.