I only have a moment to tell you that
today the air was more electric than before and
the beauty of existence at large is so overwhelming that
I feel alive from my belly up into my neck then
something odd happens in my face and mind

I want desperately to cry, to weep at the wonderful
creatures that are all about, these colors of all senses

How do I tell you all of that in
this our only moment?

Chagall 2016