perfect

I love that moment. THAT moment on the drive home when you hear your favorite band unexpectedly on the radio and you can remember from which album but not the song title- but your heart rises to your chest and all is perfect. The way the lights change- perfect The darkness of black sky- perfect. The way your knees press together under the steering wheel, shifting gears. Every note, every house passed- perfect, perfect perfect. It's always perfect. Even the mess of living- webs of chaos, entanglement, blind running and arms flailing, spinning until the stars are rings of Saturn, giggling, not understanding it at all. Perfect, perfect, perfect.