secrets and pennies and éclaircies

alright. i've been floating on clouds all day, and i'm going to try to keep this down to earth. i haven't been paying attention to school at all, i really really tried but i was just so happy. i woke up this morning, took a couple minutes to register where i was and what day it was (it had only been two hours since i went to bed, after all), and silently jumped up and down, dancing and punching and kicking the air, i was so happy. and there was music in my head allll day long. im still in shock, i still cant believe the results of the election last night. SO HAPPY. here are some visual representations of why, for those of you who are into propaganda:i thought this was just beautiful. also, my favorite online art piece, www.asofterworld.com, has a beautiful, eloquent piece up today. there are usually words, but this one doesn't need any. there is a picture, so maybe that counts as a thousand?

today is a day. and i am full of juice and pennies and giant thoughts like hot air balloons. in french the word for that is mongolfieres. which is my second-favorite french word. my first favorite is éclaircie. it means that thing when the sky is really dark and cloudy and then rays of sun shoot through a little clearing. if she wouldn't hate me so much for it, i would name my future daughter eclaircie. i think it's pretty. outside, the lights are bright tonight, and blurry, and the colors bobble up and around like fireflies. and my hat is warm, i wonder how my head plus some yarn creates so much heat. it is amazing. today is a day where i am easily amazed. it rained this morning; there was  a secret sunrise that only clouds could see. and i stood outside on the patio, barefoot, in just a dress, and spun around and let it rain on me. i was really glad it was raining; i would have been happy no matter what, but i think i was the happiest when it rained. and there was no one there- it was like when i used to wake up early (or stay up all night) and climb down the cliffs at sunrise and sing and walk and dance a little on the sand before anyone was awake. but this sunrise was a secret. all i could see of it was water splattering on my arms in little liquid-balls. and it sounded like a million little tapping, laughing kissing goldfish. and the secrets are still there, but now the rain is gone, and the headlights and bricks and gray air are back. it is 34 o clock for me, and i am here and i am happy and i am full of juice and pennies. and someday, i want to be a giant, yellow, glowing, flying mongolfiere.