There are days when my brain fires on all cylinders and everything feels so good that I get greedy for stimulation. I want to hear three songs at once. I stop a movie to start a song and then a video.
My brain cannot be satiated and everything, I mean every little thing, feels like fizzy drinks and heavy whipping cream and it’s all I can do to keep from grinning like an idiot at the sound of a basketball bouncing on concrete, echoing up into my window from the ground below.
On a day like today, there is glory in the mundane.
This brain of mine does nothing by halves.