Raw

It feels as though a layer has been peeled away and the protective coat that I carry around is missing. The trees seem greener, the air smells denser, the sounds are more intense, and I seem to notice the tiny ants moving across the sidewalk and the leaves moving to and fro in the wind. I suppose this is what happens when you are hit in the core. As painful as it feels some moments, it seems appropriate to be engaging all of my senses in ways that make them appear dormant on a "regular" day.