Exhaustion can be blissful.

am exhausted.

I am exhausted from 72 hours of exquisitely well lived life, complete with the blood that proves our hearts are still beating, and the shared experience the forges the community that nourishes the soul.
And I would like to hold on just a little bit longer. To not. quite. yet. have to return to the realities of my career, my household and my previous obligations.

So can we stop the world, please?
I need to rest a bit.
I need to ease back into normal, whatever that might be.
And I just want to sit here and remember. Remember why my arms are heavy and my memories smell of beer, why my skin glows pink and my jaws hurt and I expect there to be a song on the wind.