Inexpressible
As far as I remember from Petrosyan's interlude, the inexpressible feelings are far from happy.
That's why I got a bit of a hard time from a high-ranking official the other day. Although they warned you to sit in the shade, take more liquid inside and out. And something else, but not until you reach the kitchen garden!
Yes, at least I would have gone to the full, then it would not have been a shame. And then just-crawled half an hour in strawberries - and kirdyk… Indescribable sensations of sunstroke on the face. Or on your head? Rather, the second. I'm not sure, though. Confusion of thoughts is still observed.
Oh, I should have gotten wet in the pool with my granddaughter.
Yes, a good thought comes afterward…