Beautiful Day

I've been saving up little things to tell you, saving up in manner of picking lint off a sweater or starting a bottle-cap collection, but today I don't really feel like telling them all to you, I feel like hoarding them even though (like lint or bottle caps) they're not particularly interesting or important to anyone but me. Instead, I feel today like telling you about the most awesomely, extravagantly wonderful lunch I've had in a while, wherein I had a work-related errand to run and was going to just go straight back to the office and eat my beans and rice but somehow, I'm not quite sure how it happened, I ended up skipping actual eating in favor of driving around my little city singing along to the CD in my player (which if you're interested was Blondie and early Bowie and The Pretenders) at the top of my lungs.

It was too cold to roll the windows down, but it felt like that sort of day anyway, the kind of blindingly bright day where you can't keep the stupid smile off your face, and the wind against your bare arms kind of electrifies you so that when the car stops you think you might just keep moving if you weren't strapped to your seat because the laws of physics seem to be on a brief hiatus, the sort of day that when you smile at people at the stop lights, they smile back like they really mean it, like you've accidentally made each other's days exponentially better just in that one second of communication. The kind of day where you can't really concentrate because you're so dazzled by everything, so in love with everyone. Or maybe you don't have days like that, maybe it's just me, but I really hope you do have days like today.

Either way. Happy Valentine's Day, my dearest ones. I am so in love with you. I would marry you if I could.