crazy

Another "you are crazy" compliment yesterday when I mentioned that I run 3.5 miles to and 3.5 miles from work.
If "sanity" is defined by laziness, by taking the gifts of having an able body, the opportunity to inhale and exhale at your leisure, involuntarily, the gifts of sight, smell, touch, the gifts of love for this beauty of a world for granted... If "sanity" means all those things... of not knowing and not wanting to, then, damn it, I would rather be "crazy".

Tonight is full moon... when the silhouettes of palm trees turn to dancing shadows, when each step is a new journey, when each breath gives you wings, when your cup that is filled to the rim is overflowing with beauty, when your heart explodes and shatters into thousands of stars and floats up closer and closer to her magnetic hypnotizing eyes.