I sit here now with the chime of new emails in my ear, that sterile, grey cubicle smell mixing with the steady, never ending click clack of keys on a keyboard and I can't help but think that less than 48 hours ago, I was standing waist deep in rushing, running, white water, digging my feet against the pulling current, arms locked on an uprooted sapling with the wind at my back and that beautiful river roar resounding in my ears. I want to smile and I want to laugh because here and now, it is my secret become my joy.