What is this feeling?
It's a lot like:
... Christmas eve, when I would sneak back out from bed to sit in Grandpa's lap.
... seeing the twilight's orange gleam soften each leaf and make everything look perfect.
... Mother's chocolate chip cookies or Grandma Bridget's Cucidati, drizzled with icing.
... biking home after work as the lights come on, gleaming like stars against the purple darkening sky.
... being called by friends who just want to point out the big bright moon.
... singing campers to sleep with my fellows under a bright clear sky.
... finally finishing a doublet or getting compliments via others on work I've done.
... sprawling on the back seat of the old blue astro van and reading an entire series as we drive through the fog, my siblings all huddled in the seat in front of me.
... sitting under my big pine tree, or in its tree house, feeling it surround me.
It's wonderful to feel safe, to feel so happy.
I know that I'll blink and be upset again.
But even as I set about my work tonight, I can't help but grin.
Because even if the world fell down on my ears, and I fail utterly, I know that it will be alright.
"Take every chance you dare/ I'll still be there/ when you come back down."
Life is Good.