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.