Shooting the moon.

Last week has been a blur- a beautiful big shiny blur. If I try describing it, I’ll probably fail and my brain will try analyzing facts and situations and fantasies and pictures.  I’ll probably start moving and shaking and overthinking. So, I refrain and instead revel in the grandeur of transforming reality for a few days. I catch hold of a few shimmering strands curled around my ears and tuck them back safely because I am alive and happy and happier and now I see things differently. My yellow glasses are off and I am unbearably warm.