There are experiences that dissolve the boundary between you and everything else. This was one of them.
Standing inside that space, surrounded by people whose hearts were all turned in the same direction — something cracked open. It was not dramatic. It was quiet, like a door swinging outward into a larger room.
Drunk on the divine elixir. Not the kind that numbs — the kind that makes everything unbearably vivid.
Gratitude is too small a word for what remains after an evening like that. But it is the word we have, so: gratitude.