Into the great wide open

Sometime when I'm in between the sleep and the prescribed chemically induced stupor I feel a freedom of thought and light and I want to take in every sight, sound, and emotion. Courageously I think, without that blanket of fog. I remember what it was like to have trouble sleeping, to walk without the rolling of the imaginary sea beneath me, to know that what I see is there. It is long enough and when I sense the lean of my walk I just smile. It is such an adventure this life.