Was it the song playing on White Earth radio as I arose from the high of dreamland.
Could it have been the beat of the winged as my razor removed the grey from between my temples.
Or the fresh eggs and coffee and the gift of plain conversation...
The grain of sand in my boot that caused me to pause at a drive allowing a woman to stop and smile and laugh with me.
Then perhaps the cloudy skies or the long hill I now stand atop.
No, it's the cold pizza delivered by a young couple on their way back from a day of biking for their health and pleasure just as I was about to press the "publish post" button.
What a rise!