Once, Years Ago

 "Once, years ago, I emerged from the woods in the early morning at the end of a walk and-— it was the most casual of moments-— as I stepped from under the trees into the mild, pouring-down sunlight I experienced a sudden impact, a seizure of happiness. It was not the drowning sort of happiness, rather the floating sort. I made no struggle toward it; it was given. Time seemed to vanish. Urgency vanished. Any important difference between myself and all other things vanished…"  ~Mary Oliver