It’s an interesting thing feeling the dance of elliptical move underfoot and the pounding rhythm of the heart and the life that this heart holds pulse through the moment.  The mirrors image moves but your eyes are locked into the gaze of your reflection’s stare and there is a steadiness and a stillness.  Holding the raging current of the river inside there is the desire to smile but that desire seems born from the same small want of being seen whereas the true power of the moment comes from that no one other than self and reflection of self can witness, so the impulse to smile is stifled and the dance continues. iPod strapped to arm.  Music turned to maximum.  The sound of the music is omnipresent and yet distant.  The words a blur and the meaning behind the words less than a blur.  Endorphins build to a peek and the long ago need to be (not be anything in particular, rather the NEED TO BE.  Living, alive, in love with the moment, all around and nowhere at once) – it’s there in every moment, but usually hidden under the whir and buzz of the world’s machine, but now it burst out to center stage and all else fades to grey, to back behind the black in the infinity of other things that are not here.