The blank black monitor tosses my reflection back to me, but oh, What it does not know! I soar with falcons! I digest sunlight and push it through me to make - the stuff of life! Words do me no justice - they have become more than strings of letters I wear round my neck - Today I shed my clothing and emerge from twelve months' darkness! Today, my tendons stretch and rejoice with the strings of violins! The curvature of my lips: Mountains I will summit! I shall pry open my jaw and let my warbling cry be heard by all creatures of the earth! With novice and newfound delight I will skip between buttery daffodills! and exhale euphoria! Fantastic felicity flutters on the wings of a painted lady, her proboscus curled like the toes of a child in the shrieking exhilaration of summery ocean waves rippling over glassy sand! Streams cascade over jagged rocks and roar -