Driving my Saturn to work today with Interpol coming from my dash, I felt good. Maneuvering myself smoothly between the lines, following the curves with just a touch of my wrist. My bowels were empty and my body relaxed. My feet secure in thick socks and snug boots. My favorite long sleeve shirt. The sun bringing out the green of fields and the reds of bushes and the black of people, I was on top of the world. Surely it is good to be alive today.