Friday I'm in Love!!!
I feel this inexplicable surge of great happiness that can only be expressed with something like the optimism glowing "Temptation" by New Order, or "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure. It's Friday the 13th. It should be unlucky. But I haven't felt a Friday like this in a long time. I haven't felt this energy, this excitement, this appreciation of everything around me.
This started after third period, when we stepped out of an annoying biology lab to a cloudy, smokey sky and those sprinkles prone in San Diego. It hadn’t rained for a long time here, probably not the whole summer, and that instantly lifted my spirits. It was a near physical force, the way the rain drops felt so delicate and magical. After that, the world seemed to be revolving around me in the best way possible. I didn’t experience sudden great luck or any spectacular surprise, but I have this great certainty that something in the air is different. Something amazing is about to happen, and it’ll be glorious, like this high unlike any other I’ve experienced. So much that I can look at the deep blue of the sky, that particular shade of blue that’s a true, true blue. Not that pastel “sky blue” colored pencils tends to use, and not that midnight blue you’re expecting. This is pure and beautiful. These clouds, white puffs in the sky, have never appeared more gathered, more focused, more beautiful. The trees in the canyon I walk by, that vibrant shade of green, as if they’d been dipped and smothered in direct, golden sunlight. It pops from the dirt, and everything is spectacular.
Nothing has really changed in my personal life, for this surge of pure joy. But it’s there, nevertheless, and it’s quite something to behold. Something I want to hold on to and keep close with me, every day of my life. This way the mundane annoyances of just another day become exciting and even something to look forward to.
This calls for dancing and hopping across the beautiful green grass. And yeah, it’s October, but this is not fall. This is some bizarre season of wonder and happiness, of perfection and lack of problems. Everything has a luster, everything is so alive. I can’t help but look out the window, at all these little details that make the world so beautiful. And I thought I was supposed to be cynical and sarcastic.
Friday I’m in love. Never has been a truer phrase muttered. This Friday, I really am in love, with the world, with life, with everything that has ever gone right and even everything that has gone wrong. Singing aloud, leaping and spirits rising!
Friday the 13th is the luckiest day of my life, without really being lucky at all.
This started after third period, when we stepped out of an annoying biology lab to a cloudy, smokey sky and those sprinkles prone in San Diego. It hadn’t rained for a long time here, probably not the whole summer, and that instantly lifted my spirits. It was a near physical force, the way the rain drops felt so delicate and magical. After that, the world seemed to be revolving around me in the best way possible. I didn’t experience sudden great luck or any spectacular surprise, but I have this great certainty that something in the air is different. Something amazing is about to happen, and it’ll be glorious, like this high unlike any other I’ve experienced. So much that I can look at the deep blue of the sky, that particular shade of blue that’s a true, true blue. Not that pastel “sky blue” colored pencils tends to use, and not that midnight blue you’re expecting. This is pure and beautiful. These clouds, white puffs in the sky, have never appeared more gathered, more focused, more beautiful. The trees in the canyon I walk by, that vibrant shade of green, as if they’d been dipped and smothered in direct, golden sunlight. It pops from the dirt, and everything is spectacular.
Nothing has really changed in my personal life, for this surge of pure joy. But it’s there, nevertheless, and it’s quite something to behold. Something I want to hold on to and keep close with me, every day of my life. This way the mundane annoyances of just another day become exciting and even something to look forward to.
This calls for dancing and hopping across the beautiful green grass. And yeah, it’s October, but this is not fall. This is some bizarre season of wonder and happiness, of perfection and lack of problems. Everything has a luster, everything is so alive. I can’t help but look out the window, at all these little details that make the world so beautiful. And I thought I was supposed to be cynical and sarcastic.
Friday I’m in love. Never has been a truer phrase muttered. This Friday, I really am in love, with the world, with life, with everything that has ever gone right and even everything that has gone wrong. Singing aloud, leaping and spirits rising!
Friday the 13th is the luckiest day of my life, without really being lucky at all.