Today was such a pretty day that I cannot get over it and a part of me kinda never wants it to end. I don’t know if I woke up on the right side of the bed or what but I feel brilliant despite the fact that I didn’t do much of anything. I feel like I am in love with life–like I am having an out of body experience. I keep looking at myself and wondering why it is I feel so happy when really I shouldn’t (says the ungrateful part of my being). Yet funny thing, I do. This is precisely why it strikes me as amazing how you can be in the exact same situation for months on end and the only difference comes in with the way you respond to it.
Anyway. Sat outside on the balcony for a while soaking in the rays of the setting sun, staring at birds flying oh so freely in the sky above and wondering what it is about their effortless existence that makes them tick BECAUSE I WANT IT; and staring at the shapes formed by the clouds.
It’s a flying puppy, head bent forward to propel! And suddenly, it’s not a puppy but a monkey sketched by Dr. Seuss, its brows an unforgiving slant. Flying monkey with head bent forward and pawed feet. And then it’s a falcon–glorious, natural, doing it’s thing. And I look away for a second, take a sip of my tea, stare once more at the soaring birds until I get cross-eyed, look back, sigh. It’s clouds again. Not just one, but four that joined up together to tell me a story for a second or two.
I never want this feeling to go away.