I felt especially tight in my shoulder at the beginning. my left shoulder.

and then, it began to resound with something.

a balm or sun at its peak or just a something.

in it I felt small circles making their way.

a way is not the same as a path but I neglect this difference.

in a fuller moment, I felt no shoulder at all but a smooth trail expanding towards a large number of something.

and it held me but also it could not.