Strange yet glorious things happen on Friday nights and some of Saturday morning. You may never know how I am feeling at this instance. The words fail to form, the memories remain, and a smile lights up my face. I spend this Sunday afternoon recalling this weekend's events. I sit on my back porch, the wind playing with my hair and Doyle, my foster cat for the moment, wrestling with my bare feet. I sip on Mountain Dew as I hammer away on the keys of my typewriter. Yes, sir. A good day. This weekend has been up to par with the previous two. I can't think why these weeks have been good to me. For the third week in a row, a girl of incredible worth has graced me with her presence. She has lent me a caring ear numerous times and a few kind words to soften the harsh realities I have been undergoing as of late. It goes without saying that I am immensely grateful for such things. I haven't told a person face-to-face what's going on in my life for a while. It did me a great deal of good to talk about it. Like some weight was lifted off my tired shoulders. A lot of bumbling would be had I tried to do this person, so to this person(you know who you are), Thanks. It's not everyday you meet someone that is caring enough to listen what you say with a great deal of appreciation. Thanks a million and half times. Yeah, I could say that the world is crappy. I never have believed this totally. Life has never got that hard for me. Yes, I have had my shares of ups and downs, but that is to be expected. There isn't a person in this world who has lived a life without meeting a tragedy or an event that was so sweet, so glorious that you can't help smiling when you recall that moment in time. For every sadness, there is a joy. For every joy, there is a sadness.

Right now, I'm smiling, thanks to a certain someone.