The feeling of moving on. Closing a chapter and exited to start a new one.
This evening I went to the fields to see some friends, the sprayers used to water the grass had been turned on around 10 o'clock for some strange reason. The urge to jump through the massive fan of liquid overtook me.
Nothing felt more liberating and refreshing. I felt good, as if the random impulse has shaken up a newer feeling of freedom.
I did however have to walk home completely drenched.. and I ruined by deck shoes. ha.