Sunday Morning Aether

I awoke this morning as if emerging from a warm ocean; the surrounding dark matter was tangible, like a breathable, all-encompassing gelatinous massless mass. My skin alive, body sparking with every pulse.

I love mornings like this, the feeling of Oneness, connected to everything, where everything makes sense. As if the clarity of the subconscious experienced during sleep is brought to into the woken world. It's a nice reminder of the overall picture, when the intricacies of life seem to conspire as they drill down until there's nothing left to mine but the core.

I let myself slip into dreams, eyes rolled back, embracing immersion. Aether suits me just fine today.