I went to sleep around four this morning. Together with a bunch of new friends, I got plastered in Gallery Montona, one of the few watering holes at the top of the town. Three local girls showed up at some point, and we ended up dancing into wee hours. I got up just before noon. To my surprise, I feel great. Although I am a bit fuzzy still, I feel enthusiastic about the future. I am floating on air. I am bathing in sunshine. Actually, the feeling is so overwhelming that I want to share it with everyone I meet in town. The only trouble is I cannot come up with the right word for the feeling. The best I can do at the moment is to define it as the opposite of foreboding. There must be such a word in English, but I am too fuzzy right now to fathom it.

Addendum (October 12, 2016)

It is wonderful to revisit my writings from the first few months after my move from Reading to Motovun. More often than not, they are full of good cheer, which shines through them to this day. Amazingly, such feelings stretched for a few years, but the first year tops them all. Be that as it may, the title of this piece attracts most of my attention at present. The opposite of foreboding? And I cannot but search for the right word: hopeful, cheering, comforting, assuring, soothing, heartening, promising, boosting, stirring, elevating, calming, encouraging, bolstering, uplifting… To my surprise, none of them sounds right to me at present. Not one. The opposite of foreboding is just right, though. A title very to my taste, to be sure.