Things that can't really be described:
My friends dressed in prom dresses, drinking tequila well before the sun is over the yard arm, holding tight to my torso and grunting to keep me vertical so I can stick my head and chest out of a limo skylight and shout "Woohoo!"
Watching them dance and how sexy they suddenly are, the wind blowing their dresses and blowing the years off of them until they are the ages of their sons and daughters.
Holding my Wendy as she cries and says "I'm having trouble with you not being out there with us."
Matt arranging for a Johnny Depp look-alike to come to my house and how I can't walk but I can make a Johnny Depp look-alike blush.
Sofia organizing a group of loved ones to stand in a circle and sing "What a Wonderful World."
A baby watching, wide-eyed, as beautiful young women dance, ignoring gravity while sparks of brilliant orange ignite all around them, then die.
Being put to bed with a kiss.