Some days are happy ones. Maybe it's getting 3 hours sleep. Maybe the big breakfast at the local greasy spoon on an empty stomach. The waitress in the funny cowboy hat. The glorious sunlight on wisps of clouds, fresh morning air. The black and yellow birds drinking from puddles in the always cracked pavements.
Anais Mitchell playing on the stereo.
There is much to love in the world. More than fits in a little mind at one time.
But my, my, my.
Isn't it something special when it overflows.
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I so like a happy day.
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