It is an extraordinary thing.
To be human.
To have faculties shift more easily than windswept fields.
To shake with wanting.
To cry with joy.
To breathe deeply.
Consciously.
To feel heat rise within your cheeks as tears fill your eyes, brimming with some emotion unrecognized.
To feel warmth flood you after grateful words are spoken.
It is an extraordinary thing.
To be human.