I felt born again. I felt whole. I hadn’t seen enough sky my whole life to hold all of what I felt, and I’d seen most all of it. I seemed to come back into my body just as I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing at his back and sides and hips, greedy for handfuls of him, like he was gold, or water, or earth, or every good thing in life that droughted so bad it earned your real appreciation. My whole life had been a drought, it seemed now, and he was filling me so quick I felt like I might overflow.
