“Today a ray of sunshine, simple yet glorious, lit a swath of lake Washington in the early morning hours. Purple swollen cloud banks retreated in the face of a clear blue sky, drifting up into the mountains to mutter in the pines.
I grinned like a fool, tapping the steering wheel along with Jack Johnson, making my way to work.
It’s the kind of day that couldn’t be ruined should a Mack truck plow me over.
This is my moment, right here, the one I have been waiting for… My wings can barely fit into the cab of this truck.”