I wake up every morning happy to be alive, I look out my window, and see the sun shinning through the tress, hear the birds singing their morning songs. I make my self breakfast, an omelet stuffed with a sampling of all the different fruits and vegetables I found in the refrigerator, I love the taste. I jump into the shower and feel the warm water flowing caressingly over my body. I grab my guitar and even though it’s been years since I gave a serious performance, just the feel of the strings beneath my fingers feels good, the flow of beautiful sounds emerging from my head through my fingers and magically appearing out of the sound hole.
I settle down to work, pencil in hand. My client wants a picture of a fantasy bird with long flowing feathers. I’ve never really drawn birds before and I’ve been apprehensive that the result might not be up to my standards, but as I draw the emerging image surprises me, encourages me. Later on I go out to the store into town to pick up a few things. The people I pass, on the street, in the stores, some know me some don’t but everyone’s friendly, and the girls, they all flirt don’t they, old and young alike. And that girl in the Deli, the way she looks at me, the way she squirms as I approach, that smile makes me smile.
I run into a group of people that are always hanging out, they give me high fives, we catch up on the latest news, and we joke, with the women I flirt. They’re all glad I came by, my smile, my cheerfulness they tell me, lightens up everyone’s day. I make my way to my girlfriends place taking the path through the woods, speeding along on my bicycle, the wind in my face, dodging branches, seeing glimpses of the river ever now and then. I imagine myself, a gentleman knight, making his way on his horse through the forest on the way to his lover's castle. Faster and faster I go in anticipation of the wonderful girl I’m about to meet. I love my life.