When I go outside,
the first thing is the smell:
the dirt and sand mesh.
The second is the sight
of paradise.
The third is my shoes lusting for traction
as I traipse through the Hundred-Acre Woods.
The fourth is my blood
warming up depending on the temperature.
The fifth is the control
over nature, even God.
The sixth is mindlessness,
the culmination of the previous five.
And the final thing-
standing above my peers
and even myself
on a good day.
