It must be spring, because I am in love with everything again.
Even the mundane chore of grocery shopping today, with the rugrats in tow, took on a golden sheen of pleasure as I plunked milk and peanut butter and red peppers into my cart, happy to be out amongst the people and happy to have the money to buy necessities and then some. I felt smiles shining through me from all sides, like rays of light.
As I drove along this afternoon with my windows down, I played my music loud, dancing with abandon from the waist up and flashing a giddy grin at the teenagers laughing at me from the next car over.
Today I feel like I could fly a little.
The sunlight has returned and I think I’ll just float on it for a while.
It must be spring.