One summer, I spent a quarter of my waking hours in and around Bear Cave, exploring more than a mile of fissures with small children in helmets. There are many things to love about a cool cave on a hot day, but the best, best thing was to emerge from the cave, to clean up from the trip, to have a hot shower and to happily devour whatever camp food was served. After the interior of a cave, every single thing in the world looks good, smells good, tastes good, feels luxurious and rich. After the darkness, the scent of good clay, the world seems sparkly and delicious.
My headache lifted last Thursday. I’m mildly euphoric about it. I’m writing and organizing my writing, and enjoying being pain-free.