Anyone ever get a writer's high, like a runner's high?

[JMCKUSICK]

7. I woke up one morning around mid April, 1994

And was shocked to see it snowing outside.
I was frustrated because Winter just wouldn't go away and I was instantly inspired and wrote the finest poem I've ever written.
It was about winter refusing to let go and allow spring to arrive.
I lost it in a move a few years later and rue that day.
The words danced and flowed on that page, in reading it on open mic nights with the energy contained within, I knew it was special.