I climb out of my window in the middle of the night onto the cool metal roof that warps beneath my bare feet. I sit and lean against the wall, below the window, sweet breezes that send a pleasant chill all over my body, brush my clothes and tickle my arms with my hair, which, four days ago was chopped short so that it barely reaches past the short ends of my shirt sleeves. I wrap my arms around my knees, close my eyes, inhale and rest for a moment in the near perfection of the silence, feeling so overwhelmed with love and happiness for everyone and everything that I feel as if I will implode or explode, word choice doesn't matter in this exquisite moment of bliss embedded in the insanity that is my life.