A bright moment

how my brain feels

As you may have heard, Seattle's having a bit of a gloomy Spring.  The sun came out this afternoon though, and in a great way.  I walked home, down Pike Street, facing the sun.  A combination of sun on face and the afterglow of an iced mocha created a warm pleasant appreciation for the moment.  I felt a surplus of positive sentiments stack up in my mind and I wanted to say nice things to people for no real reason.  I almost gave that guy some spare change even.  For added kicks, I kept my coat on and let the black wool soak up and magnify rays, cooking me like a baked potato.  I was recharging. 

I control good emotions by trying to capture them.  I want to cash them in right there and pass out the good mood dollars on the street.  I walked down to the market and considered how beautiful the street life appeared to be on the corner where the druggies and homeless hang out.  Even though nothing had changed, I imagined opening a restaurant in that abandoned and soon to be torn down pawn shop, and having tables on the street for a special people watching treat.

But you can't cash in these emotions.  They are fragile, temporary, and irredeemable for cash or prizes.  They flit and fleet away, all you can do is strive to dash through them again.  So, for now, I'm gonna go running and hope that the sun kicks me through some more pleasant moods, and hope that ideas and visions that are coalescing in my head compress into some kind of tangible unit.  Then I will blurt it out.