I had a dream last night that ended with me watching flying bronze pirate ships float majestically over a shining beautiful castle made entirely gold and amethyst. What a silly sentimental image, what a silly sentimental girl. I woke up ecstatic, full of music and light.
I have since spent my morning curled up in bed, fuzzy blanket pulled up to my eyebrows, communing with this sunbeam draped playfully across my comforter, falling deeply and passionately in love with every song my mp3 player presents me with, and contemplating the foolish and whimsical nature of my heart.
I have nothing and everything else to say. The music keeps overtaking me, filling me with pure wordless joy. My inner rambling child, not to be out done, doesn’t quite stop regardless, feeding me snippets of all the stories I have ever been moved by.