I woke up today and yawned. I stretched a little stretch and then I started snuggling into my blankets again. And then I opened my eyes. A little peep. And I started smiling. Smiling. Smiling. If I had been a fly on my own wall I would've thought: what a creepy little person, she peeps out at the world and smiles weirdly into her blankets and then tosses away the covers and jumps - but jumps - out.
Outside my window the New York City skyline rose, bright and beautiful, full of hope and surprise and adventure and comfort and convenience and...life. For the first time in a long time I couldn't wait to get out of bed.
I'll search for the cities made of gold some other day. Here the streets are paved with diamonds winking in the sun.