What I’m about to write about has not come about from any specific aha-moment; no epiphanies were experienced in the making of this post. Instead, the matter of this post was a gradual movement, a subconscious recognition, spending a moment longer on that fleeting thought, than any others. Noticing that it had occurred to me not once, but many times, and more and more often.
The English language is filled to the brim, permeated in every dimension with colourful metaphors that emphasize a weightlessness, lack of substance. From being swept away by a surprise kiss, a dazzling array of displays or a tantalizing taste, to being brought back down to earth, feeling light as a feather, and so on.