these past few days have been characterized by many things; love, happiness, and freedom, but have been defined by but one philosphy: existentialism. from very public displays of affection such as kissing on display beds in department stores, to singing on the overpopulated beach like no one could hear us, to smoking in the path like we wouldn't get caught, to driving in nick's classic car and speeding up over railroad tracks and flying like we were the only car on the road, was all defined by the individual experience and the moment. basking in the sun a few feet from the roaring shore, i looked at a friend and said "remember the megan who was utterly in love with life?" .. "yeah, she's back."