2/1/12 that nameless ecstasy

It feels like being boxed in with cardboard, and it smells like rain. it is freely offered by almost everyone you meet. It hits you like a velvet mitt in the chest and doesn't make you double over, but makes you want to stretch wider. The nameless ecstasy calls out to you low from the bare branches of frozen trees, and it follows you home in the dark, protectively. The nameless ecstasy will not let you go, will not let you go hungry, will assert its right to meet with you again and again.