Metamorphisizing

There is a strange phenomena that occurs during the hours betwixt and between bedtime on Christmas night and day break of December 26th, a metamorphosis of the psyche.  The December doldrums vanish, replaced with the contentment and satisfaction that only 80 degree weather in January can provide.  It is as if a fairy godmother waves her magic wand over my slumbering head and proclaims,  "you live in paradise freak, live it, love it, and get over it."



And so I do.