There is a sensation that rises like bubbles in a glass of sort of bubbling drink that isn’t champagne.  It starts at your toes and rolls up to the knee caps, tickling a little bit. like someone walking their two fingers from your wrist to your inner elbow, those moments of anticipation trying to guess if they are there yet. it makes it’s way all the way up, rounding around your elbows and curling into the pockets behind your earlobes. it rests there for a moment. (take a breath) (take another) The released and relaxed complete.your body releases itself from the tight hold of your shoulders. there you are just floating. your head a ballon, your body the swaying string released from a small child’s hand.