I am happy, without clear cause. I realize it after my third time appreciating the light on this altogether average day. It—the light—has changed, I don’t know when. I feel fall creeping closer, despite my knowledge that though the calendar demands its arrival, the weather will not heed or relent for weeks. 

The scientist in me understands there are chemicals negotiating space within my brain creating a harmonious buzz. Or did my decaf get confused again? Jitters being mistaken for possibility. Either way I allow optimism to prevail. It flows before me transforming my small space of purchase in this life to feel purposeful. 

The chemicals will shift again and on another day this messy life will not reveal its quiet beauty. So I sit and write the words: I am happy. For proof that they were here.