Sicilian Thunderbolt

As for Micheal Corleone, he found himself standing, his heart pounding in his chest; he felt a little dizzy. The blood was surging through is body, through all his extremities and pounding against the tips of his fingers, the tips of his toes. All the perfumes of the island came rushing in on the wind, orange, lemon blossoms, grapes, flowers. It seemed as if his body has sprung away from him out of himself.