I was trying to figure out a good way to explain what I was feeling this morning at 8.00am when walking in the sunny 30-something degrees. Everything smelled clear, and I was walking at such a pace that the sun was hitting me through the fence with a happy machine gun effect, to the exact beat of Ratatat's Montanita. I was thinking of using words and phrases like "transcendental," "at peace with the world /myself /life," etc. but it all sounded corny.
With that, I leave you with my favorite Joseph Campbell quote: The best things cannot be told because they transcend thought.
