Radiance

Inside of me it feels like a time lapse of cherry blossoms flourishing after their winter chill on planet earth.

Whats with you, these days? How do you do, how is your life so splendidly whimsical? Sometimes I wonder if I am interpreting things the way I would want, are your eyes so wonderfully glazed with a corporal mist? (could it be vacancy?) And this content sort of smile. But what makes it so? Slightly slanted upwards on the right, almost enchanting. (could it be smarmy?)

It's cold, you know? Fall in full swing and all, but the sun's out.