May slips by in innumerable mild days. This blue sky has me by the jowl, like a fish eating a worm on a well-hidden hook. I'm a happy member of the school of okay.
It could be that my life is glorious. I do honestly feel elation when I ride to work (especially when I go to my coffee-shop office) or run errands on my bike and the neighborhood is purring, sun shining, food waiting at a perfect 38 degrees in the fridge: ticktock, this is life, and I shift gears, turn right on C- Street kind of hoping to see handsome D- at work, wondering if I like spring best of all the seasons, trying to remember to read that article on music production studios, thinking I should find out why there aren't any women producers and write an article about it but knowing I won't. Everything's okay, I say to the person who asks me, and it seems the best way to describe how I feel.
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