Leh

Your pupils dilate. Your heartbeats have increased and, after a moment of gasping, the breathing becomes regular but hurried, like an accelerating sports car. Neurochemical reactions take place in the brain and dopamine and endorphins are released, like bubble bath in the bathtub. Muscles become tense, being able to lift the heaviest mountains.

Your head is spinning, moving in an upward spiral closer and closer to the sky, just like the most fearsome whirlwind. You feel a rush invading your body and you cannot control your emotions. You feel like crying; you feel like laughing from the most hidden depth of your body. You might even start shaking or getting goosebumps. Your lungs carry the air as the wind carries fallen autumn leaves through the chilly air. You are weightless, yet you’re bolted to the place where you stopped moving, and still, you feel like a spindle in a child’s hand.

Then you feel small. Tiny. Just a speck on the endless bedspread of life. You are meaningless but you can give meaning to everything, you are purposeless but all has purpose for you. Your senses have sharpened and you feel the air embracing you, the wind enchanting you with its whisper, the earth filling your nostrils and your mouth with its peculiar aroma. And you can see; your eyes can finally comprehend the splendor, the magic of life. The supernatural of nature. You are but human. And this is the universe. And there are no words big enough...