I could tell you about euphoria. It was walking in the clouds. It was happiness so engulfing, elation so joyous. It was sunshine in your soul, brightening every corner of your heart. It was a supreme delight when your love was smiling into your eyes. Or simply when he was saying “G’day,” trying to imitate your Australian accent. I could tell you about love. Love was squirming with fear that you might not look your best for a date. Worried to the bone when he was late (well, what could I say, he was catching CityRail—for God’s sake). And babbling like an idiot when the perfect Adonis showing up at your door robbed you of speech. Love was feeling cherished when he was cooking your dinner. I was now acutely aware of my surroundings. If I had been a zombie in November, half-awake in December, all my senses were tingling with life this January. The world was suddenly a vibrant place to live in.
