What constitutes wondrous abandon? Percipient conversations with loved ones or people of interest? Listening to your favorite sounds? Watching the August Harvest Moon rise?
I like when I get that pit in my stomach of wondrous abandon. The late summer Harvest Moon rising over Lake Michigan REALLY does it for me. The deep, warm red hues, blazing with yellow - shining on the fresh water sea. The mid night of the sky, stars twinkling. The "ah" you feel in your spirit witnessing such sycophancy from nature!
I love summer.