I am content.
I have been on cloud nine for the past few days, and for no reason I could discern, at all.
I feel like I am walking on air on a cool breezy day, on the verge of bursting into song, and almost I could make a twirl in the garden, where flowers grow and bloom at my tender touch.
At night, stars in the sky twinkle merrily, and part for me. The moon gives me a knowing wink, keeping my secrets safe. Her light shines down on me not like a beacon, but like a soft and gentle blanket that wraps you in comfort, a thin line that keeps you away from total darkness.
Far far away, dragons roam freely in clear blue skies, magic flourish in abundance upon the vast green lands, mysteries unravel carefully within the deep blue sea.
I then become giddy with optimism, with faith and hope. Ask me now, and I shall tell you, doubtlessly, that the glass is half full. Perhaps it always has been.
I feel absolutely… alive.
Do I need a reason for this, really?
This, despite the fact the DVD player turns faulty every time I bring out About a Boy (I would like to watch that other movie, too; as luck would have it, it is being shown everywhere else but here). I have just finished reading six books set within the same realm – I have shed tears, bled to death, ran with a wolf, smiled a smile of victory, and yet, here I am.
Besides, the prospect of having to go back to work next week looms like a thunderstorm – I feel drenched by the thought of it, but then it passes and I become a part of the sunshine again.
Oh, never mind that – I have a new favourite TV channel now. I find it different – must be the sexy Brit accent that makes it so. I cannot believe this show ran for only six episodes.
... honestly? I think it is the hormones. Hmm.