I cannot do the sensation justice.
I don't even know where to begin.
I feel as if I were soft wood, inchworming it's way UP a screw, some muscles finding their proper groove, able to support that above it without strain, this alone being something very unfamiliar.
I am not done. I fear much work may remain, and much pain as well (these adjustments of late are either agony or ecstasy), and yet, I feel so close.
I am so very tired, exhausted really, but I have momentum on my side.
I must believe this is so.
I do believe it.
Not momentum, the tide. I have the tide on my side.