And here in the moment of release is there not a sense of "in it's own time" and "at last"?
In the ceasing of conscious effort is there not a newness in awareness or scope of awareness?
What is the mood of this new awareness?
Is it the lioness' long sensual flop upon the earth?
Is it the deep huff in and puff-out partnered with her first lazy gaze over the horizon?
Is it the volumptuous rythmic panting that is causing a heavy thread of spittle to swing loosely from the sweltering tongue?