Mar 06, 2008 16:51
Completion feels good. It feels very good. It's the slow gentle build to the ravenously straining end. Completing something is like sex. It just is, and that's how it is left.
I finished my book. The first one I have read through the end since my annual summer book-binge. No cheating, no reading the end before the beginning, and no skipping passages to make the time go faster. Just simple eye to mind coordination leading to a greater understanding. It's lovely.
... I think I'll start another today. The feeling is addictive ... and oh-so-springlike. Come on March, let's kick some ass.