A bit of grandeur

A new open light. I lowly waving hello finds my eyes. I am listening.

A small smile find the dimples upon my cheeks. Holding the freckles to a high point.
Distancing the frown that pulls my almond slates tight.

A laughter that is held deep inside my spirit. The lungs exhale the heartiness begging a sound.

I roll the chair I am in, swirling the seat to a bounding position. I leap.

Inside my mind the thoughts of alarming happiness finds bubbles. Constantly popping
with new ideas.

Indeed. A joy. A bit of grandeur. I smile, softly.

You just wait and see.