I just wrote this poem which must mean I’m feeling good. I have had times in the past few days where I’ve started to write a poem and then realized I just don’t feel like doing it.

Azure skies and verdant fields—
Nature sees you, then she yields.
Magic seems to happen when
You trust the Universe to give
What you might need just to survive.
Somehow it just seems to provide.
And you don’t just get by—you thrive.