Not for all the love in the world

Last night, I had a dream you loved me. You loved me like you used to. This is all I remember of the dream, except for one thing, something that was still with me when I woke up. I remember feeling warm.

Maybe this time...

Something as changed. I don't know what it is, I don't know why it has, I don't know when it happened. But all of a sudden, I have become aware of it.

I notice it as I ride the shuttle and find myself smiling for no reason. I notice it in the extra bounce in my step as I walk out of the building. I notice it in the dance moves I pull out while in the elevator. I notice it when I tell myself not to worry about something, that it will be okay, and I am right. I notice every time I skip over sad songs to find one more upbeat, because I only want to sing something happy.

Maybe its simply the extra endorphins I have introduced to my system lately. Maybe its the changing leaves, the crisp air, and the sun still shining brightly. Maybe it is the realization that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Maybe it is that for the first time...ever, I can rock high heels without being freakishly taller than everyone else. Maybe it is the return of love. Maybe it is knowing that there are only 5 short weeks until I return to snow, fires, christmas carols and eggnog.

Whatever it is, whether it is one thing or a mixture of many, I don't think I want to know. Because then I will be able to see that there may be an end to it, that all this will be over soon. So don't try to fill me in; I will just turn up my music and continue dancing to it. Especially if I'm in an elevator.