Yesterday was as near a perfect day as I have ever had. And it was utterly unexpected, spontaneous in its happening. There are linkages in the chain of events leading to it, so tenuous and ridiculous as to be unlikely, and yet they happened, a delicate dance of the improbable until...
... the loveliest of days was had.
I don't know, or understand how these things happen, and what they may mean. And in a way, it doesn't matter, against the fact of yesterday. Because yesterday was worth it, worth all that follows, whatever it may be or may become.
All or nothing. Fortune and glory.
Because that is the essence of me. Heart on sleeve, all the way.