With the right amount of sleep and coffee I become so vulnerable to beauty. On these mornings, I will burst into tears at certain songs that just devastate me because of how perfectly they express something about my life. Art decades old impaling me with chord changes. This kind of crying feels so good, is such a release, and really opens up my whole being to receive the sunlight that invariably pours down on me on my bike ride to work. Today, both "Queen Jane Approximately" and "Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues" worked their magic on me. Outside, the molten east smothered my eyes in gold. Life is so amazing I can barely handle it.