I can’t remember the last time my hands felt as liberated as they did, last night. In control, driven to type, write, clean, fold, tap, and braced for action all the time, my unfaltering five finally did what they'd been yearning to — let go. Outstretched in sweet surrender, they flew with the winds on the highway, out of the window, drifting along as the buoyant forces of nature took over to soothe and unburden them of all the responsibilities that they haven’t been devoid of, ever since the end of toddlerhood. It was almost like playing a piano, each finger magically lifted to a different degree… like playing the tunes of the music that was filling the car, like the music of freedom.
I think all you guys should give it try. Letting your soul escape into the wilderness; away from all the stress and tensions.....
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