Blithe!

I frolic blithely, boisterously, carelessly….I feel, again, as though I’m merely six years old. A twinkling Popsicle grin is occupying my face, which is indented with deep crevasses we like to call dimples. I sing, I dance, I shout. I am as unsuspecting as a child to the morbid world surrounding me.

I’m in love!

Virtuous love. Pristine love. Love that sends me skipping barefoot through the kitchen. Love that leaves me dancing the jitterbug with inanimate objects. Love that causes that awesome flitter and flutter of butterflies to pulsate in my gut. Why should I conceal it another minute? Why suppress tight zip-lock of my lips? Why disguise the sprite buzzing within me? My heart pounds out its passionate response: “Let it show.”