It starts from your toes. Moving slowly up your legs, through your hips, and then your stomach. It lingers in your stomach for a bit and finally moves to your heart.
The feeling that everything will... eventually be alright.
We are ALL living beautiful days. Days that will never occur again for as longs as time is constant and true. There will never again be another day called June 30th, 2004. It may seem as if my words are meandering around the cliche of "living for the day"... lying down on your bed and doing absolutely nothing isn't that bad, sometimes we may even need those times. I guess I'm trying to invoke a little bit of guilt, by saying that this day will never come again... and that so much can be accomplished in a day, that lives can be changed in a day.
Something as simple as a day... something we take for granted... can and will... change us forever.
once again... meandering digression.