bonny_kate: (doctor and rose)
Joel and I shopped for (together) and bought (together) my engagement ring in the two days after we got engaged. It seemed like there were a lot of people who assumed that this would be a wonderful or romantic experience. That somehow shopping for an engagement ring would be lovely. It wasn't for us. We spent hours and hours (after having looked at rings the previous month) looking over hundred and hundreds of rings, and only found one that we both liked enough to be on our list of potential rings. It wasn't about the Experience. What I really wanted right then was to curl up next to Joel on the couch all day and just be able to enjoy being engaged. We looked at so many rings, and spent so much time, because it is such an important symbol to us, but we really just wanted to be done so we could get back to important things (like watching Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow).

Wedding planning for us is much like engagement ring shopping. The details are important. We've spent a lot of time thinking about them and deciding what we want and like and can afford. Joel's spent so many hours researching venues online. I've spent countless hours looking at paper and thinking about centerpieces. None of this is bad. We think it is all important. But what I'm really wanting right now is to curl up next to Joel for a very long time and just absorb the fact that we are engaged.

Right now I'm burnt out about wedding planning (and trying not to snap at anyone who asks how the wedding planning is going). I'm so ready to be married. One of my friends asked if I'm excited about the wedding. I'm not. I'm ready to be married and done with all this stuff. I want to be done with this wedding. For a while, our weekends were little islands of sanity in a crazy, wedding filled week. Joel and I would sit on the couch and maybe watch a movie. It was lovely and so very helpful. Now we're coming to all sorts of things that have to be done on the weekends (like meeting with a florist, or our priest, or so on). There is so much wedding stuff that has to happen. Right now there are many things I don't really care about (like centerpieces - one of my friends was trying to talk abou them the other day, and I had to say that I just didn't care right now).

My two lovely roommates (who are also friends and bridesmaids) are excited about things like finding the perfect color of pillar candle, or finding matching colored bubble favors (and possibly painting J <3 K on them, because they are crazy, but an awesome sort of crazy). I'm not.

Family has also been . . . a little crazy lately (not going into details). More stress.

Right now I just want to be done with the wedding and get back to important things (like watching Buffy or Dr. Who with Joel). I really do care about our wedding, but right now I'm over planning it.
bonny_kate: (kaylee)
So, Joel and I were talking about superpowers (it really is a topic that comes up quite a lot), and we started discussing the practical consequences if one of us developed teleportation (and our current job situation was the same). If Joel developed teleportation abilities, he could come visit me in the evenings. This would be amazing, given that we only see each other on (some) weekends. We could also meet for lunch. Then I hit upon the grand idea that if he could teleport, and we wanted to do something in LA, he could teleport to Bakersfield and we could drive up together*. Yes, we really are that adorably geeky and twitterpated.

*assuming, of course, that he could only transport himself
bonny_kate: (shindig)
Thanksgiving was good this year, but hard. For Thanksgiving day, my aunt and cousin came over, and it was hard because my uncle wasn't there, and I know it is very hard for them, and for my mom, because my uncle was her little brother. But the food was really good (as it always is), what with the turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes and gravy and green bean casserole and red jello (my other cousin's favorite) and of course pumpkin pie (my grandmother makes a really good pumpkin pie). There was just general sort of hanging out and talking (my cousin is going to an orthodox church, which is fascinating and interesting).

That night I made cheesecake. I've never made cheesecake before (well, I helped once, but that doesn't count), and I forgot until somewhat late that I was going to make it, so I started it at nine or ten and didn't finish until eleven or so, and it took longer than I thought (recipe, you lied about prep time, it was nowhere near ten minutes, it was much closer to half an hour). But there was Kahlua Mocha Cheesecake and Toffee Cheesecake for Friday. Then I had dinner (I had forgotten, somehow) and went to bed, but only after finishing Fire: Tales of the Elemental Spirits, because the last story is a McKinley novella and I only had thirty pages or so left. I still don't care for Peter Dickinson, and I've really tried, what with reading all his short stories and nearly all his novels, so it comes as no surprise that I didn't really like these short stories (not that I dislike them, but I just don't like them). But the McKinley stories are very good. I realized that in my head, McKinley and Charis sound very much alike in terms of style and voice. I liked Hellhound the best of the two, although First Flight was pretty good (it felt rather too much like Dragonhaven for me to love it, I think).

Friday I got up earlier than I usually would on a holiday (around seven or so), because my grandmother was making zwiebach, and I need to learn how to make it. Zwiebach is a German type of bread, a yeast bread, which is light and a little sweet (but not really sweet, sort of like Hawaiian bread as far as that goes), and is two knobs. My grandmother has been making it forever (over fifty years) and it is a family tradition, especially around the holidays, and neither my aunt nor my mother know how to make it, and I want to learn in order to carry on the tradition. So I had my first lesson on making zwiebach, and now have a general idea what it is supposed to look like and how it is supposed to feel. There's an art to making this sort of bread (it isn't just following the recipe, it's knowing how much flour to put it and how long to knead it and how long to let it rise and such). It takes a long time, but not because it's particularly hard or that there's a lot to do, but the yeast has to rise and then the dough has to rise twice. You could tell which rolls I made, because when I pushed the second knob into the first, I did it not quite right, and left fingernail marks, and so all mine had lines in them. But I have now helped make zwiebach, and it is incredibly exciting (there are also cinnamon rolls which go along with it, because not all the dough is used to make rolls, and they are also delicious).

That afternoon I braved the crazy people, only because it was the afternoon there weren't that many people, and bought a few sweaters and a couple movies (Dark Knight for four dollars, yay), and a jump drive and Candyland (for my little cousins in a few years). It was rather fun and not that crazy. My aunt and uncle and little cousins also came over, and the house began its decline into looking like a small, local tornado came through (but in a good way). The cheesecakes were both delicious.

Saturday Joel came over, which was very good. The timing was rather interesting, because he came in right as my aunt and uncle and little cousins were getting ready for their Christmas picture (my cousin David is two, and Elizabeth will be one in January), and Joel got roped into being helpful and doing things like entertain Elizabeth when we didn't need her, and it is amazing how many people it took to take those pictures. My mother, of course, with the camera, and my grandmother, and Joel, and me, and then my mom took more pictures the next day because none of the pictures on Saturday turned out well as a family sort of picture. Then Joel and I finished watching season one of Chuck, which was amusing because somehow I missed seeing several episodes of season one and didn't know it until Joel and I watched through them all, and we kept watching episodes and I would find I hadn't seen it. Chuck is great (and not morbid, because I can't handle morbid or dark yet, so while we still haven't finished Pushing Daisies, it will have to wait).

We wandered around outside for a bit (there were stars, which were happy) while waiting for dinner to cook (deep pit turkey enchiladas, which are one of the best things to do with leftovers), and then Joel and I met Maggie and we watched 9 (as in, the Tim Burton movie) and the theatre. I was rather liking it, until the last few minutes, because I found the ending completely unsatisfying as a story. It is an interesting sort of movie, because it doesn't really fit into any common category, as it is an animated (but with the feel of stop motion) post-apocalyptic, apocalyptic movie with steampunk influences (although it isn't steampunk). Also, more main characters died than in a Joss Whedon film. That says a lot right there. I did like that the places of sanctuary (and this might be a very minor spoiler) are a church and a library; it seems very fitting.

Sunday was the first Sunday of Advent, and so very happy because Christmas is coming. Joel and I wandered around in the park by the river (only there is no water in it, and there hasn't been water in it for years, because of this drought that we are in), and discussed vampire werewolf ducks and werewolf vampire ducks because of the full moon (we came to no conclusions). Sadly, we didn't find Narnia. (I miss the parks in England, particularly Kensington in London, because it was gorgeous and there were trees and wildflowers and you couldn't see ugly buildings and fences from every part of the park, as you can here at most of the parks.) Then Maggie came over, and we all watched Muppet Christmas Carol, because it is the best version of Christmas Carol, and Joel hadn't seen it. The casting is brilliant (Gonzo as Dickens, Kermit as Bob Cratchett, and so on) and it manages to capture the humor of Dickens (not an easy thing to do) and the very British Victorian feel that A Christmas Carol ought to have, while being a musical.

It was a very good Thanksgiving weekend, especially with having Joel around, because he makes a most comfortable sort of couch cushion (as well as a useful excuse for going to the park). I also like leftovers (we pretty much had none after the weekend), and the cheescakes I made, which were a success, and having my aunt and uncle and little cousins over.
bonny_kate: (shindig)
I'm reading Anne of the Island, and I think that I should mention that Joel is better and more wonderful than Gilbert Blythe, Peter Wimsey, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, separately or all together.
bonny_kate: (kaylee)
This weekend should be fabulous, because of Joel, Shakespeare, Pushing Daisies, and chocolate (in the form of raspberry chocolate brownies and Mexican Chocolate Icebox Cookies).
bonny_kate: (Default)
I've now introduced Joel to the Abhorsen trilogy, which I think is the best modern fantasy since the Inklings. In fact, I think it some of the best fiction since the Inklings (although as a small caveat, it may not be that which I love the most or had the most impact on me, since I came to it rather late). He likes it, thus proving his good taste.

monologuing

Aug. 4th, 2009 05:54 pm
bonny_kate: (shindig)
I find it highly amusing that Joel left me a voicemail today that was so long he had to call back to finish it (and it was about superheroes). It's just awesome (and quite possibly my fault, because lately his voicemails have been getting rambly-er, and some of my voicemails are epic-ly rambly, but I don't mind a bit).

We have been leaving voicemails back and forth because though I am back (obviously), he is off road tripping with his family to visit more family, so no email (also, we won't get to see each other for *six weeks* due to this timing, which really isn't that long but feels like forever).
bonny_kate: (Default)
I am brimful and overflowing with happiness, and I would that I could give you some, dear friends. I would cup it in my two hands and pour it into yours, looking for all the world like clear, fresh washed sunshine of a spring day. You would drink deeply, and it would taste more liquid than the clear, warm rain of an early summer, more golden than fresh clover honey, more refreshing than iced lemonade on a hot summer day, made from your neighbor's lemons with a single seed drifting lazily down, and more alive than pale golden wine. You would feel it, thrilling and tingling, and it would make you feel like laughing and skipping for no reason at all.
bonny_kate: (kaylee)
I would really like strawberries from the strawberry stand, or for Joel to be here, or (most heavenly thought) strawberries and Joel. I would, at this moment, settle for either. I can't have strawberries because the stand is closed until an indeterminate time, and I can't have Joel here because of the two and a half hour drive. I'm not complaining, because the strawberry stand will open (and the berries will be incomparable) and I will see Joel on Saturday (and there will be Shakespeare, which makes it doubly wonderful), I'm just saying that at this moment I'm craving strawberries.

rambling

Jun. 23rd, 2009 05:39 pm
bonny_kate: (Default)
I have discovered that I have a talent for leaving rambly phone messages. During the Road Trip, I left Joel two long and rather rambly phone messages (while stuck in traffic), and then yesterday I found that his phone will only allow messages of about four minutes, so I had to call back to finish the message. I can leave phone messages that are short and to the point (more or less), but I find this long and rambling thing quite fun (it's rather like a monologue, because it is not quite a conversation and not quite talking to oneself).
bonny_kate: (Default)
This past weekend was quite wonderful. Joel was here, and Saturday we watched Stardust (because somehow he had never seen it, and now that has been remedied) and went to the park. The weather was perfect; just a smidge warm but with a nice bit of a breeze. Maggie and Liz came over for dinner, and we talked about all sorts of things including our superpowers and what countries we would like if we were supervillains (two separate discussions not necessarily related).

Then came the excitement of trying to make homemade ice cream. We had bought all the ingredients, and my mom knew that my grandmother had an ice cream maker in the shed, which we promptly found, but it was not the normal sort that you put ice and salt in the sides. Rather, this was the sort which you freeze the center component that goes around, which would have been fine except I didn't know this and so had not frozen it, and it was quite sad. My mom went over to our neighbor's house in order to see if she had an ice cream maker we could borrow. Knowing how much my mother likes to talk, I expected that she would be quite a while and return without the ice cream maker, so Joel, Maggie, Liz and I set up the board for Settlers of Catan (which Liz had never played, and I'd only played once) outside because it was such a lovely evening. About the time we got it set up and Maggie started explaining the rules, my mom returned triumphantly with an ice cream maker that she'd borrowed from our neighbor's mother-in-law who lives down the street (it was at this point that I tripped and sprawled all over the concrete patio and have massive bruises and a weird blister thing on my foot to prove it, and I have not been that klutzy in *ages*). Anyway, there was a longish break while we started the ice cream, and then the rules of Settlers were explained and we started playing (it was quite fun because somewhere along the line we started naming all the cities, and the country that we eventually wanted to call it if we won (mine was The Vampire City and Transylvania, respectively) and the thief wasn't just a thief but was a werewolf thief, because of the full moon). I had almost a complete lack of strategy (I get distracted with games like this and start veering off into thinking about story possibilities and building trade agreements and all that, and also while I *can* be competitive I don't generally *like* to be). We eventually had our ice cream, which was cold and melty all at once, and delicious in its own particular way, distinct from every other kind of ice cream.

Sunday was lovely. There was church, and lunch with my parents, and Pushing Daisies (I like that show so very much because it is clever, witty, and so very lovely with all the bright, clean colors, and all the Sleeping Beauty references are also wonderful), and Buffy. I have a few thoughts on that Buffy episode that I may or may not get around to posting eventually (it was the episode in seventh season where Andrew is narrating). It was a quite wonderful weekend.
bonny_kate: (kaylee)
So, the Ren Faire was great fun. The Koroneburg Ren Faire is somewhat smaller than the Nor Cal or So Cal Ren Faires, which means that it has a much larger selection of cheap weapons (instead of really expensive ones that you could really hurt someone with), but a much smaller selection of hats. Overall, it's a nice Ren Faire, but I'm glad we alternate.

In our usual glorious tradition, we got all costumed up (Maggie, Liz, Irene and I) in our proper pirate costumes (Liz pulled together a fabulous costume, including a $7 corset (!) and Irene borrowed a sort of medieval dress from a friend), and then went to MacDonalds for breakfast. I'm not sure how MacDonalds for breakfast became a tradition, but it is now firmly entrenched in our Ren Faire tradition. We were more or less running on time (no mean feat) but by time we stopped by to add Joel and Nathan to our number and all that, we ended up at the Ren Faire at twelve instead of eleven (when it opens and the time we were aiming for). This is also one of our Ren Faire traditions. We never get there when we say that we want to, but because we aim for fairly early it's alright.

We remembered this time right as we got to the Ren Faire to take a group picture (second time now, we're breaking our tradition of taking it at the end when everyone's hair has fallen down and things are lost and people are sunburned). But for some reason the battery on my camera was really low (I'd checked it the night before, I'm sure, and it was *completely* full, so I'm not sure what happened, unless it was deceptively high because I hadn't turned the camera on for a while), so I had to go right back out and back to the car for my spare camera battery (this was annoying because the exact same thing happened at the previous Ren Faire in Nor Cal, and I had checked the battery this time). But the battery was switched and many pictures taken without fear of running out of battery.

We wandered around the Ren Faire and looked at shinies (daggers, swords, various other weapons and occasionally jewelry, but mostly sharp things), and tried on hats and masks (of course). Part of the point of going to a Ren Faire is to look at all the shinies (it's up there with watching the joust and having a reasons to wear a costume). The Ren Faire was surprisingly empty; there seemed to be hardly anyone there (this might be because we often go to Ren Faires on the very last weekend). Because it was so empty, more of the vendors interacted with us (always fun) and gave Nathan a hard time because he was the only one not in costume. Since it is a relatively small fair, we went back and forth the length of the fair a couple of times (this was also due to the lousiness of the map, which didn't list the names of stages).

We watched two people who payed to race the rats, which was amusing because there was an entire commentary and story before the actual race (starting at the pub, mentioning the damsels in distress, and all the villains).

Maggie bought a dagger, which is nifty and straight with a neat hilt and a smallish design on the blade (and it was only $10). It came with a sheath, but because she didn't have a belt I ended up wearing it as the easiest way of carrying it. I went back and forth on a similar dagger (I am notoriously indecisive when it comes to costume things) but finally went back and bought it because even if it wasn't the exact dagger that I really wanted, it was still nifty and so much better than my plastic one. Metal daggers are so much more fun to play with that it's a bit scary. So much more solid, and a bit of an edge (although not that sharp, but also not of the plastic sword dullness). This meant that for most of the Ren Faire I was wearing three daggers (my plastic one, my metal one, and Maggie's).

The joust was very good this time. This was the other reason (besides cheap shinies) that we came back to Koroneburg. The joust the last time was excellent, but it was traumatizing because the evil knight won and killed all the squires. This time was much better. There was none of this nonsense about being hit with a lance and jumping off the horse five seconds later. There was the usual bit of trying to catch rings on the end of the lances, and then the actual joust. The black knight killed the blue knight (who we were cheering for because according to Maggie and Irene he is the cutest knight of any of the jousts), and Maggie and I had a sort of sinking moment where we thought 'not again', but then the green knight who had been presiding over everything stepped up and although he didn't have any armour, soundly killed the black knight (huzzah!). Also, the banter back and forth was highly amusing. But the crowd was ridiculously not into things (you're supposed to cheer, people).

Irene and Maggie took pictures with the knights and horses. Maggie was trying to find her sunglasses (she never did) and I had to drag her over to take a picture with the blue knight, but apparently the last time we were at Koroneburg she really wanted a picture with him, and *didn't tell me* so this time I was determined that she should get that picture.

After the joust there was supposed to be an archery tournament, but it wasn't where it was supposed to be (a similar thing happened with the trebuchet demonstration; it wasn't where it was before and we missed it) and by time we found it we didn't actually see any of it because the show we wanted to see was starting soon and the archery was running late.

The final reason we went back to Koroneburg was for the Queen's Swordsmen (which were Maggie's favorite show, pretty much ever. Liz missed out because she was watching the juggler (I am against jugglers at Ren Faires because of several bad experiences; they always have the same horrible style and the same really lame jokes)). The Queen's Swordsmen were tucked into a back corner, and not nearly as funny (also, I don't remember that they were nearly as bawdy before. I expect a certain level of bawdiness at a Ren Faire, because that's just the way things are, but we try to avoid the worse shows, and I certainly would have remembered the mangled scene from Taming of the Shrew (if you are thinking that there is no sword scene in Taming of the Shrew, you're right; there isn't but that didn't stop them from doing the scene with Petruchio and Kat), although I think the mangled scene with Romeo and Paris was pretty much the same. It would have been so much better without mangling Shakespeare). Maggie was amused that at one point when one of the actors came down and was making insinuations about me (it was a v. small crowd) I had unbuckled my new dagger and was just pulling it out when he stopped (I'm not sure what I was about to do, but it would have been interesting because the actor had left his sword on the stage). The audience, in spite of being small, was quite into things, though (a good audience really improves a show).

I think that what would make Ren Faires really brilliant would be actual Shakespeare (not just mangled bits in shows). I would go to two hours of a decently done comedy, and quite enjoy it (this might be managed if it was produced by a local junior college; we have a Shakespeare festival every fall), and it would be quite appropriate to the Renaissance. Sadly, this seems quite unlikely, because Ren Faires really aren't geared towards the sort of people who usually watch Shakespeare.

It was a good Ren Faire, because the weather was quite nice (only a bit warm, but not too bad), we had a good size group (more people really do improve the experience), the joust was excellent and I bought my dagger (also, I avoided getting sunburned, which is always a good thing). Introducing people to the whole Ren Faire thing is fun.

After, we bought fast food (Ren Faire food is exhorbent). Either people didn't give us as strange looks this time, or I'm immune, because I didn't notice it at all (either for breakfast or dinner). Then Maggie, Liz, Irene and I went back to Irene's house and crashed. We ate watermelon and watched Princess Bride and all our favorite bits of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
bonny_kate: (shindig)
Reasons I am happy today:

- three day weekend! It's going to be a nice holiday, and I might even get some things done.
- the theoretical book club! This is quite possibly the best idea I've had in a very long time. Discussions about Narnia are always good, and a reason to read Narnia again carefully and thoughtfully is also good (plus, I get to use my nifty leadership and discussion skills and put them to good use).
- Voyage of the Dawn Treader was even better than I remembered, and there's whole layers of Dante and the Grail Quest in there.
- the Ren Faire is next week. There will be jousting, and I plan to buy a dagger (I've been saying this for *ages* but I really do mean it this time, and this Ren Faire is the one with the best weapons of all that we've been to.)
- Joel, who is the best guy in the world since King Arthur (or possibly better than King Arthur, because he doesn't have that whole Mordred issue).

happiness

Apr. 24th, 2009 09:48 pm
bonny_kate: (shindig)
Happiness is a brook in my soul. It dances and sings its merry way along the green, green grass. Sometimes, it is true, you cannot see it, and the land seems barren, but if you listen closely, you will hear it, rushing its merry way along underground, ready to burst out again with its noisy song. The rushing water may be hidden, but never destroyed.

Happiness is a beam of sunlight upon the carpet of the room of my soul. I am content to sit in the midst of it and let it wash over me, filling me up and warming my skin. I am content to sit in the midst of the sunlight and be. If I close my eyes and look along the sunbeam, it is the most beautiful yellow red color of the inside of my eyelids. A cloud may obscure the sun, but yet my skin will still retain that hint of warmth.

Happiness undergirds and undercuts everything. If I am sad, or angry, or melancholy, still beneath that I can feel happiness waiting, under it all.

Dare I be happy? That is the real question, whether I dare to disturb the universe.

Once having entered Fairy, I cannot turn around, but must go through. I have learned this from Phantastes. And even if I could turn around, not daring to go deeper into Fairy, I would no longer be the same.
bonny_kate: (shindig)
This weekend was fabulous. Today I'm slightly sunburned, but it was totally worth it.
bonny_kate: (shindig)
Today I am happy just because.
bonny_kate: (kaylee)
I'll just be over here, being happy, if you need me.

happiness

Mar. 8th, 2009 09:55 pm
bonny_kate: (shindig)
Well, Joel was here yesterday, and it was very wonderful, and I introduced him to all the better things about this town, like our great local coffee shop, the wildflowers, the almond orchards, and my friends Maggie and Liz, and we watched Dollhouse that Liz had taped (this week was quite good) and went out for Italian food at a wonderful local restaurant. There was much discussion of Lilith, Till We Have Faces, and various things Joss Whedon.

Maggie and Liz give him ten out of ten stars, two thumbs up, and Liz said that she thinks I should marry Joel and have lot's of brainy children. Heh.

Regency dancing next week in LA, which will be all manner of shiny, and Joel will be there.

musings

Feb. 25th, 2009 05:31 pm
bonny_kate: (Default)
I wandered into Fairy sometime in the middle of December. Somewhere between step and step I found myself there, where everything is different and yet nothing is different. My world was turned upside down and shaken, to have the bits come softly floating down and change the landscape so that something I have seen every day is suddenly different, and yet is as it ever was. I am perpetually slightly off balance in Fairy, because while I have longed for it, I find it unsettling. It is not a comfortable place to be. And yet, I would not go back, even if I could. The shadows are darker, true, but the light is more beautiful, and the mountains move my soul. These cannot be the same mountains that I have looked at and longed for most of my life. These mountains are more blue, and more clear, and further away and higher than before. They awake in me a longing, not for the mountains, but for that which the mountains are but a shadow. These are not the mountains of a mortal world, but of the Fairy of Phantastes. They are so beautiful that it aches, but the ache is itself a pleasure. It is what Lewis has called joy.

I see strange things in puddles, in the broken bits of mirror that lie as shards on the ground, reflecting the sky. But the sky that I see within the reflection is not the same sky I see when I look up. It is more lovely, and dangerous, these glimpses I see, because it is the sky of Fairy. There is something indescribably compelling in these upside down glimpses of Fairy.

The almond orchards surely are not mortal almond orchards. They are in full bloom, some pale pink with reddish trunks, some dusty white, exultant against the clean grey clouds and misty blue mountains. The rows are carpeted with soft white petals. The beauty of the orchards is something like a wood, with all those trees slowly living and growing, and something like a garden with their neat rows. They are very awake. I think that if I wandered among them I might lose myself. The almond orchards have always bloomed, but they have never been this beautiful before.

And yet, with this beauty, I find that I am a little scared, because there is no going back to the mortal world, even if I desired it. I long, sometimes, for the comfortable world when mountains and almond trees did not awake in me such a strong and irresistible desire. I miss the safety of a predictable world. Yet I know that there is no going back. Once you have stepped into Fairy you can never truly go back, because Fairy must of its nature change you. I know that the only way to go back is through Fairy. And if the shadows are darker, then the light is brighter, beyond imagining, and is the light that I have longed for.
bonny_kate: (shindig)
I am deliciously happy. Yesterday I felt as though I were in a dream, and that any moment I would wake up to find the bitterness of reality, but today I am sure that I'm awake.

It's funny, but I never thought of happiness as being as sharp a thing as sorrow. But happiness can be as sharp, as clear and as crisp as anything. Moreover, happiness can make things clearer and more easily seen and more beautiful; like the world after the rain.

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