Liebe Lucy,In a shocking turn of events the last month has been a complete whirlwind. I realise that is a phrase I use often, but it is not one that I use lightly.
Since getting to university, things have just got better and better, and I realised a few nights ago while watching the fireworks what a predictable but apt metaphor for my life right now they were.
I realise this is the most stereotypical and cringe-worthy metaphor imaginable but just bear with me on this. Fireworks are beautiful but fleeting. Like fireworks, intense moments of happiness feel like they last a split second, but are beautiful enough to be remembered, and bright enough to leave a little mark after they've gone.
To me, fireworks are little pockets of magic that visualise something incredible. They look like they shouldn't be possible, yet they are. Bright lights shooting across the sky just have a habit for reminding me that even when things are at their worst, like when there is total darkness, it only takes something tiny to completely light up everything. And while it may not last long, while it does it is truly incredible.
At the risk of sounding like Katy Perry, I guess my point is that sometimes when people enter your life initially it can be like fireworks. Whether that's because they are so incredible that you can do little more than just wonder at them or whether its because they know how to make you so happy you feel like a firework yourself, they can cause happiness only comparable to bright colours in the sky or little pockets of magic.
Right now my life is full of fireworks.
Lucy x
