Weightless

I am breathing heavily yet more comfortably than ever before. I can feel gushes of air filling my lungs and then swooshing out as I breathe out.

It feels as if I am a feather floating away with the breeze.

Then there is a surge - a wave that seems to lift me up like I were on a rollercoaster. With the speed I move upwards, I move down the crescendo - only to rise again.

I am bouncing in the air - I am full of ecstasy, of air, of life.

I am full. Yet I am weightless.