Best day in Spain to date

Today the weather is literally unbelievable. Renders me unable to believe that life can truly be this beautiful and that we can be deprived of this intoxication EVER. But, then, the truth hits us that, of course, the sweet just aint sweet without the sour. To know happiness, we must know what it is to be without this feeling. All things are defined by the other (identity of negation). Guess those (literally) 3 months of nearly straight rain paid off. What do I mean by literally unbelievable weather and why does this make LIFE so great? Today, I was unable to sleep in the car during commute (this has its bad effects, see nearly nauseous [but not quite!]) because life was so beautiful and I was too fucking excited to be conscious. I rolled the windows down the entire way and didn't give a shit about the not-so-subtle annoyed grunts the male passengers were making. Screw people who don't appreciate the beauty of existence. [Also, today in the car I more or less decided that I just might hold a very serious personal bias against people who actually LIKE air-conditioning. If you fall into this category and we are on particularly good terms, please refrain from informing me and evaluate your habits/life. love!] Immediately upon my return the city, I am out on my terrace. Sylvia and Andrea, both inspired by the weather, are playing instruments and have conjured up lentil-burgers with a red-pepper sauce, creativity inspired by an exhilaration(<--see SUN). I brew a mean batch of chai, ice it, accompany by food with a salad, head out onto the porch in a sports bra and underwear, poetry, a notebook & paper. I write. With the glass jar that I have decided to use as a liquid holder, I am immediately swept back to childhood: drinking out of jankey jars, hot hot St. Louis summer days, lemonade stands with Devon in front of Zeizo, popsicle, the simple happiness and contentment that you need (you need very little to feel this) in the midst of the summer. When things are that grave, as grave as life gets in the humidity of the midwest, in, say, July, with a batch of fresh lemonade, a friend, and a good city, life is so sweet.

In my world, responsibilities would literally STOP when the weather was nice, and all we would do is make art, be outside, enjoy each other, love each other, create, be inspired, feel things and be happy. There would be lots of body paint.