Spring?

It was over 60 degrees here in Chicago today. I opened the doors to our Juliet balcony, cleaned them, and sat in front of them for about an hour. It was silent inside, but outside there were dogs, kids and birds in the park. The other half was napping downstairs, so I made a nice cup of tea, and sat back to watch the activity. I can't recall the last time I felt so at ease. It's the kind of relaxed where you can't stop breathing in the air with everything you have. So deep, so refreshing. It was super. I don't really have a valid excuse for not being at ease at all times; what with no job stress. I suppose I'm the kind of person that thrives on stress, so I'll attempt to add it to any situation. It's a gift really. The fact that I'm generally on edge, makes these true moments of "loving life" all the grander. It was nice. It'll sustain me for a good long while. Thinking about my coveted Deus Ex Machina. I'm still waiting on it, with fingers crossed, and eyes closed. The fresh spring air gives me new hope that it's on its way. I feel good, fortunate and loved by the world. I must find a way to bottle this sensation. Euphoria. Isn't that already some fragrance on the market? Don't you just love train of thought writing? I sure do. What's for dinner?