60s

a light and happy feeling hugged me early this morning. it was the kind of light and happy feeling often interpreted and associated with bright sunshiny skies and flowers blooming in almost every crevice and crack along the intersecting streets of the city. it was like witnessing dolly parton emerge from the subway under the umbrella of downtown gray skies singing i will always love you with all the birds chirping at the background. it was fleeting, light, and just plain fuckin happy. make love not war, the hurrah of the day. make love not war, the music of the morning. boy , am i high. is this being trippy with love?