I feel it.
Sometimes more, sometimes less.
It’s a bodily sensation, located high up in my chest, almost in my throat. It’s a tightness, a constriction.
My solar plexus clenches.
My shoulders seem to hunch forward.
My neck compresses, my head strains not to be downward-facing.
It has a temperature – hot. But it’s not the kind of heat that counters cold. It’s more like the kind of heat that singes.
It has a vibrating quality. Not the kind of vibration that’s soothing, like a train. But the kind that’s jarring, like an earthquake.
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.