of the sky. The brightness of the day and the blue of the sky and the incomparable high air have entered into my veins and flowed with my red blood. They have penetrated into every remote nerve-center and into the marrow of my bones.
At such a time this young body glows with life.
My red blood flows swiftly and joyously—in the midst of the brightness of October.
My sound, sensitive liver rests gently with its thin yellow bile in sweet content.
My calm, beautiful stomach silently sings, as I walk, a song of peace.
My lungs, saturated with mountain ozone and the perfume of the pines, expand in continuous ecstasy.
My heart beats like the music of Schumann, in easy, graceful rhythm with an undertone of power.
My strong and sensitive nerves are reeking and swimming in sensuality
