levity

There are days when a bit of blue sky and radiant, morning sun are all it takes for me to feel like nothing in the Universe is unachievable. Naive as the sentiment may be, in the face of my own pragmatic realism, it feels wonderful to be on so irrational a high when really, between this morning and the last, little has changed in the world that I know; so this is what it is to ride the crest of a wave.

Here's to the death of remarkably violent states of ill humour.