This is the sound of the blood in my veins fresh-off-a-morning-workout, cup of yogurt in my hands. I am learning to love this.
And it's the same kick of beat as was under my skin last night while I sat, charmed, with an old travel journal of my love's in my lap. I understand him, and it's possible that I am more in love with him having read this, having seen the vulnerability and inherent goodness between the lines. I am always surprised at the way my heart leaps.
I am feeling strong, and I am feeling optimistic, and I know I'm going to make it through today sustaining the sort of rhythm that I've already got going. Boom boom boom.
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