Since words have no place, this is an approximation of what it feels like to have completed and survived my first year of graduate school:
Wide open, expansive, free, overly pink like cotton candy and, yes, even a little fluffy.
I don't normally process or edit anything this...rosy, but it's what seemed the best at the moment. I could jump on a million trampolines for a million years, run a million miles, somersault down a million hills--fair enough, that sounds like a triathlon for people dressed in the latest trends in straight jackets--but it just feels pretty damn good. And I didn't screw up once!