Flow is so beautiful. It is always an echo though, which is part of its beauty. You are never aware of it until it is dissipating making it a memory like a reverberation of energy and emotion, or lack of actually. It’s a feeling of peace that resonates like our heartbeat slowing. You know you were somewhere gloriously connected to all the right things and disconnected from all the filler but you cannot force it back, nor be in it and aware at the same time. Or, this is my take on this topic.