I feel like flying. In my mind, elation has given rise to impossible scenarios, and I have ten foot wings protruding from my back, ready to carry me aloft.
My breath is strong. The air has never seemed so pure. It is free of poison and all of modern society’s evil trappings! It is pure in a way that a brick wall is pure before the graffiti destroys it – like a house of cards stands, fragile, before being knocked over on a sadistic whim.
This smile could light up New York City if I swooped low enough to grace them with such an apparition. But, for the time being, I think I’ll float up here on Cloud Nine.
I am not Icarus. Today is too nice to come back down to Earth.