The colors are sharper.
My smile is wider.
The air is cleaner
and the sun is brighter.
My eyes are shining
and my laughter is lighter.
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No, I'm not in love in with East Strasburg, and he's even a little too intellectual for me, but between the sheets, the boy has all the right moves for my grooves at the moment. And at the moment, that is more than fine with me.
Being released from my way too long (partly self-imposed, partly bad luck) sexual prison feels A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
I feel like singing. That sort of overwhelming sense of calling out at the top of your lungs, semi-operatic, Sound of Music, semi-country whoop-howlin.
"...Hard times come, Hard times go..."
The timing is appropriate, because I'm going to the Light of Day benefit show tonight in Asbury Park where there will be more music than I could imagine in my head. The sound will engulf me and I will feel beautifully insulated. Almost like the perfect day-after cuddle session.
The 13-month drought has finally ended.
Let it rain, rain on me.