super

i think maybe we all wanted to be superheroes when we were kids. what if there were a pill we could take and have superhero powers? what if something could make all of our senses superhero strength? if it could transform mediocre music into the greatest symphony you've ever imagined - allowing you to hear sounds you never knew were there... if it could allow you to see the inner strength and beauty in even the most average people... if it could empower your imagination and vision to see atlanta's night time skyline as though it were indeed gotham city. what if...

if there were such a miracle drug and i were lucky enough to stumble across it, i imagine that when the supply evaporated real life would lose its luster. i imagine i'd feel a vein of nostalgia pulsing through me at times that craved those superhuman powers. eventually i think the memory would fade, as memories usually do; and ordinary experiences would excite my senses and even possibly override the memories of superhuman sensation. after all, reality trumps fantasy. or so they say.

and then sometimes: the senses surge with superhuman powers rekindled by extraordinary circumstances, revisiting heights previously learned under the tutorage of magic superhero pills.

if such an extraordinary circumstance could exist, as to evoke memories of a magic euphoria, tonight would have been such.

a consummate musician. an artist in every sense of the word. music and lights that brought me to the edge of a cliff. and dropped me off.

an extraordinary circumstance.
a superhuman sensation.
reality trumping fantasy.

d: extraordinary circumstances
b: senses with superhero memory
g: reality trumping fantasy