Leapfrog's Journal: strange dreams

Last night I had a dream that I was running, but unlike normal running wherein my joints hurt and all the rolls of fat slosh around uncomfortably, this was good. I was practically weightless, bounding over the land with twelve-foot strides. At one point, I stopped to catch my breath only to realize that my breath did not need catching.

It is a beautiful thing. I can almost feel crisp spring morning air flowing past my body, which looks like mine would look if I were Michaelangelo's David. Golden beams of sun bounce off leaves of grass. Each step lasts only long enough to launch me into the next bound, clearing every earthly obstacle with ease. Each strong, deep breath fills me with untouched air. For a gilded moment, everything in the world is good, pure, beautiful, healthy. And I'll see it all, the whole world in jeweled splendor, from an altitude of 1.9 meters. Gloria in excelsis Deo.