I love when I feel convivial. My cheeks feel stained with roses, and warmth comes in from my waist when I smile at people passing me. There are no dark circles under my eyes or distracting brainstorms. I am the first to raise my hand when greeting; I love to share stories, go on about anything you like, with necessary exclusions, and make merry. I don't hold open doors without looking at the crossing person, I hum when making breakfast, opposed to a stare and closed mouth. I say more than a few sentences of substantial reserve and candor. I feel carefree, which is so otherworldly to me.