anticipatory highs

Stepping out from a stream of sorrow - both wide and deep simultaneously,

following directions and routes joyously,

fueled by memories from a previous trek, memories which still cast a colorful shadow,

breathing now, from much more than muscle memory,

looking forward to breathtaking sights of the high and humbling hills,

as opposed to tall urban egotic monuments of greed,

sri aurobindo wrote beautifully that 'delightful things remain,but dead is their delight.'

but this is not true this time.

Definitly not, when anticipating and waiting for a journey.