While city lights are nice, the starlit sky makes her swoon.
She inhales deep the crisp Spring air and feels quite alright,
And reminds herself to be aware that it’s a wonderful night.
There were problems before, and there’ll be problems to come
And what matters to her might not matter to some
But even though she was never one to go whinge and whine,
She knows how rare it is to feel absolutely fine.
So Angela savours the feeling, before it has passed
While the nice evening will end, it won’t be the last.
She’ll wake up in the morning and have another day,
Forever knowing in her bones that she’s perfectly okay.
Originally Posted 4/24/2012