An experience that I've mentioned before was of when I lived on a hilltop street and attended a folk club presentation every week way down below. I would have one or two glasses of wine while I listened and when the evening was over I swear I floated up the hill. I could have run. I could have leaped fences. I credited it to the wine.

And then one night it was so crowded I didn't have so much as a cup of coffee- and when I went home I floated up the hill. It was the music, not the wine.