exhilaration

The exhilaration I came to experience entailed a fair amount of exasperation.

But look a bit closer, reading between the gobs of fleshy, rust-colored tail juice, and you’ll find that Ylfa’s exhilaration communicates much more than one person’s epicurean eccentricities.

But exhilaration runs neck and neck with exhaustion.

It was created as an antidote to the prickly, male-dominated world of dive bar pool — all the exhilaration without the bickering turf wars with bar regulars.

As a game plan, it remains a terrible beauty, a thing of exhilaration and exasperation depending on the day.