It's that invigorating feeling you get when you step outside in the morning on the first really cool, crisp day of autumn. The day you have to go back inside for a jacket. Leaves are turning colors and falling off the trees, the sky is overcast. The wind is blowing a few dead leaves down the street, they're making that skritchy scratchy sound. It's that deep down, almost animalistic instinct, that feeling of deja vu.
I hear music in my soul that I'd forgotten about. I truly feel like a part of me was in hibernation and has reawakened, squinting its eyes at the sunlight and ravenous, craving to be nourished, fed, sustained; happy to be alive.
This is how I feel. I've rediscovered a passion inside myself that has been gone too long. I've missed it terribly, more than I realized. Now that it's back, I truly understand the depth of the void it left when it wasn't around. Funny how just one conversation can make your whole outlook change 180 degrees. Isn't it a wonderful and fantastic thing to be alive? To be able to experience such awesome feelings?