Living in Yellow

I was dreaming in black last night. Swirly, inky black, like the color of a movie with no plot, just terror. I awoke already upset and turned on the morning news - never a calming distraction, especially not in Baltimore. It wasn't going to be a good day, but then it was a good day:

Summer in March. A three-course lunch and laughter the whole way through. Early pardon from work following the three-course lunch, a retirement celebration. The scenic route and rolled-down windows - and the confidence that it was too early in the season for bugs to fly in. My third run of the week, in spite of sore muscles. A thunderstorm I ran right under and all the way through, soaked completely, before a quick dance in the rain.

So, you can save it. It can be saved.