Felicity

Stepping onto my porch at 4:00am to say g'night, a morning bird sings its glory, and I praise it in awe.  The simple things in life always make me smile.  Wearing a mans sweater, I catch a smell of his scent.  I feel cozy.  A siren starts in the distance, interrupting the sound of peace, only reminding me I live in a city.  A city I love dearly.  It rides closer, and I wonder who is in harm.  I think of their family and that they're okay.  I think of my mother.  A car pulls up in front of me, two lovers step out, one holding a bag of Chinese food.  They meet and lock hands.  The man stumbles, showing he is still intoxicated from the night.  He laughs, and she speaks, "come on, you goofball."  He kisses her forehead as they continue down my street.  I felt love and a reminder how great it is.  The morning bird flies closer to me, still singing.  I feel like him, observing the world and can't do anything but smile.  It reminded me to always write precious thoughts.  I once heard a quote from a teacher of William Wordsworth, a great English romantic poet, "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."  My heart feels happy.  I can rest my head and only think sweet nothings.

Maybe, I just need to Shut the Front Door and get that corny crap out of my head, haha.  Good night world... or shall I say good morning!