There is a transendence of the mind and body when ever we hit the right stride. When all things move in a proper balance. It happens to all people in diferent ways. I feel it most often when playing and singing but I've felt it at other times too.

Catspaw may understand this one. Surfing an open boat like a Flyin' Scott or an E Scow ahead of a following sea and knowing the danger behind can't equal the thrill ahead .

A perfect cast to a rising fish just in the shadow of a rock so the water explodes in diamonds as it strikes the air.

A piece of clear pine and the sing of a good hand saw. The perfect edge on a Marples Chisel bitting into some quartersawn Walnut.

A good days work done well.

All things "float" for the person with that "love" in them.

Don