I feel as if I regained something that was long lost.  The issue is I never quite felt aware I have lost anything or indeed that something has gone amidst. But now that it is back, it is like watching a tree regain a fallen leaf.  It is one leaf in a million but enough for the tree to notice the difference. It is a sort of spirituality, an in tune need to feel complete. It is a root and part of you that you only value when it is gone.

Now it is back. Maybe the seasons changed or maybe a new leaf always grows. It is like taking a sharp breath after suffocating on water or like a breeze of air when it is warm. You can't tell whether it is refreshing or exciting or relieving; maybe it is all three and you can now climb and out of wherever you lived to see things clearly.

I could be exaggerating. Maybe this is the point where I find out. Either way I hold no resentment or pain and I look forward only to the reality of what beauty can be given.