Devious Journal Entry

    Today was a day I cannot find words for. Maybe I could, but I feel they would do no justice to it. Once again, I find myself so pleased, warm, and happy at the end of the day. I am tired, but I feel satisfied. I had a day that most would consider run of the mill, regular, and perhaps even bland. I, however, am joyous. My heart sings, and my mind is drowned by it. That may be why I feel I can bring no truth to how my day was. I danced in glades, and woods, between trees and through meadows. I was surrounded by nature and walked with a light that is truly impossible for me to give anything to that would have any real value. I can say nothing, except for saying that nothing could have been better, I filled to bursting inside my heart, and I am overjoyed. I played in the rain, and felt only comfort, not even the cold drops could take the warmth from me. I ate, and was content before and after. My description is so pointless, my experience sublime and unable to be transferred by my mere words, lacking as they are as a medium, at least for me. I was once again blessed by good hearts in my company, and dance forever in the moments I have taken in. No sickness, save that of the mind, could strip me of what I have gained in my time, and I fear that I could never use that to its fullest, a true gift, given to me in earnest, only to be squandered by me, makes me feel sad, and filled with a greedy thirst to once again drink so deeply of the happiness I am given so generously and freely by the most cherished one, and companions whom I shall never tire of. I can only smile now.