cosmo hit the water at full speed and it was so… gleeful. not happy, gleeful, like he knew a secret everyone else had forgotten. a taste, maybe, like the inside of a guava, that thick sweetness that blooms even before you bite. it's selfish to feel this good, like i'm hoarding sunlight when i know how many are still in the dark but maybe that's the point, to be a little pocket of sun, just in case someone needs to borrow it, just to feel it for a second before the clouds roll back in. and then maybe i'll have enough to give again tomorrow, when cosmo runs into the ocean like it's the first time.