Euphoria!
For about a month now, I've been unusually euphoric. It's a sublime euphoria. I feel taller with a stronger posture. My smile is wider and my eyes are brighter. I wake up feeling refreshed. The moon's glow is extraordinarily beautiful, even in it's inhibited, crescent shape. I look up and see clouds more often than clear skies, but in my mind they turn the sky into a beautiful greyscale image with subtle contrasts. Trips to my backyard have become relaxing matinees, starring a squirrel, quite a few birds, and chatty dogs. Mornings with Mary are deep and thoughtful-- it feels as if my soul, along with my body, enjoys her company. The roads to leading to my job suddenly leads to lush, Tolkien-esque environments. Nothing can bother or irritate me, not even an energetic younger sibling or a hormonal mother. I have a muse; I have inspiration. I have goals, both short and long term. I have music that touches my soul and stimulates my mind. I have not a worry in a world. Euphoria! This is true euphoria! And it won't fade anytime soon because I know why I feel this way.
