Full

My heart is full.

It's such a strange and new sensation.
I think people might think me dim-witted, as I wonder about the world with a goofy grin on my face. I can feel the corners of my mouth curling up as I sit here at my desk, listening to the early evening crickets and staring a vase filled with the most glorious white roses, propped up outside my door this afternoon.
I carried them around the house like a beauty queen, trying not to cry.

This is a whole new world, not feeling anxious about one's heart.

And then of course, there's the palpable frisson, as he calls it.

Here's to pink dusks and chilly Autumn nights and English woods filled with chestnuts.