Sustenance.

“You look very cute these days. Are you in love again?” one of my colleagues asks in passing. I think, In love? Again? and, Don’t I always look cute? Am I ever in love? Do I tell people these things? Am I more in love, if I’m in love in the first place, than before? What’s more cute these days than was previously cute?

Then I think, Can’t eat, can’t sleep. Maybe there’s an explanation, and it’s not just the heat.

But yesterday I thought it’s none of that, it’s just that I’m happy, in general. Things recently have reminded me that I’m fortunate, and one of the ways in which I’m fortunate is in my awareness that I am loved. I’d rather not forget that, or take it for granted, because it keeps me going when the edges of dark nights of the soul creep in, and when I’m contented anyway it makes it show.