Dynamic Peace

I was in a trance for the entire night, an unbroken state of ecstasy.
The music was loud and I liked it, it vibrated through my bones and stung my nerves.
I was consumed by the moment, not just the music, but the entirety of that moment.
It was the passing streetlights; the hazy red tail lights floating ahead; it was the ocean breeze that gyrated in the car and back out the open windows. It was the smell of the ocean, and the salt in my hair.
To my left an array of light and colour flashing. Opposite: a black, dense ocean, humming softly unifying with the beat of our music; the beat of my hot blood.
The cold ocean breeze mixed with the energy of the night, the air consumed me and I drank it.
It was the kind of night one would experience when suddenly, the concept of time, is no longer extant. It was in the moment that I realised, time stood completely still, and yet, the world rolled past me.
It was a dynamic peace. It was endless, thriving, pulsating. I was limitless, thriving, pulsating.