To be part of an audience to watch incredible dancing and listening to music that is so beautiful, it moves your very heart and soul into a place you have never been to before.
To hear a seagull as she rolls over and sleeps in the sand, to watch her young nuzzle up into her feathers, like a mother who is as soft as a down-filled quilt, baby seagulls that are well fed, their mother giving them food before she takes it herself, them leaving food on their plate for her to eat when she pleases.
Crashing waters on sand, breaking glaciers, sunken found treasure chests floating above waves blowing around, eyes caught diamond necklaces, gold nuggets, oil wells, jumping in the water and jumping above and out refreshingly.
Tasting whiskey on your breath but never drinking it, imagining it warming your throat as you just take a shot of Listerine mouthwash, knowing that whatever you say will be of a good taste, and taste good, and even better yet, what you do not say will taste the best!
What is the answer? Bob Dylan said it is "blowing in the wind". Can you catch it in the wind as it flutters on by? Like a Monarch butterfly, or a white butterfly, smearing the butter but not the fly on your English muffin, and knowing the English language can be as delicious as newly spread golden butter upon your bread, your piece of toast.
To toast? To toast to life and to say either "Nos Dravi" which in the Czech language means "To Your Health!" Or in the Hebrew language to say "L' Chaim!" which means "To Life!"
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