Excitement

   Warm, quiet rays of yellow-translucent white filled my room, illuminating the book shelves and their many spines and covers as they did. I rolled over, stretching my eyes open. Barely conscious. Glancing up, I noticed the seeds in my garden blooming at last from their greenish shells. The uncommon loner blue jay of the street had appeared by my sill, mythed to spread luck. The bird chirped twice to me, sounding remarkably similar to the word "up, up", followed with an impatient peck to the glass. I giggled quietly. Stepping out from under my quilted covers , half stumbling, I stretched eagerly-my body barely responding. Today was the start of something spectacular, and I refused to let it pass me. I slipped into some field shoes and opened the window, surprised with an immense array of light and warmth.