Happened quite a few times and the roller-coaster rush of emotion change always gives me a high.
When things fall in place
By the skin of the moment’s teeth
The saving grace it receives
That changes its fate
And anxiety, that
Wearisome feeling
In a lightning blink
Morphs into
Delightful glee.
Awl and Scribe 
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