Flowers in my hair.

Every now and then I feel this way.

It's in this winter light, in the sky above my head, in the sound of the blank pages in my notebook being turned by the wind.

It feels like taking the first step towards a mysterious destination.

I guess it's just my heart expanding in my chest.

I'm cured and I know it.

I'm cured and it feels weird.

It's like having flowers in my hair.