Sometimes it just sneaks up on you, Laurel, doesn't it? You don't even see it coming. Suddenly and without warning, you're surrounded by the best friends you've ever known. You're waking up in the mornings just "dying" to get into the day. There's a lightness in your step and a gleam in your eye. Your thinking is new, your laughter frequent, and you're drawn to tears whenever you hear happy tales. You're on a roll, so it's not like you're thinking about it, but if you were to think about it, you wouldn't know what's gotten into you, nor would you recall just when. You'd only shake your head whenever you thought of how quickly everything can change...
Just something to remember the next time you don't see something coming.
By the way, you row my oars -
The Universe
And, Laurel, you float my boat... start my engine... spread my wings... butter my popcorn... and photo my synthesis - usually before you even get out of bed in the morning.
