I love today and all its seemingly-warm-sunniness. The light coming through the windows is a punch in the shoulder of endorphins.
And I don't even know what that means.
It sure should feel warmer when you step outside than it does today. It doesn't. So I'm forced to read Islands magazine in the dentist's office and play this song incessantly.
It makes me happy. And if I crank up the heat to a balmy 67 degrees, I almost feel warm.
