This happiness spreads over me like a warmth that skims my surfaces — they are all calm and stormless. I am frothing with new energy, this rippling urge to live elbowing the sides of my ribs and making itself home in the palms of my hands.
The colours I see are bright: there is hope. All this hope filling me, feeding my longing for a lifetime of bliss. This jaded self and bitter peripheral are slowly slipping away, dripping off my skin like raindrops after a storm. I have learnt to ignore the pull of my heart — no, my heart has learnt to stop pulling.
I am finding happiness in myself, this life, this Earth filled with windowpanes and frostbites and you.