Now it's on.

"Bust the lock on the front door
Once you're outside, you won't want to hide anymore.
Light the light on the front porch
Once it's on, you'll never wanna turn it off anymore."

Today there's extra sunshine.
Everything on earth looks like a child's Crayola drawing.
Every note that resounds in my eardrum brings me some sort of realization.

And boy, does Teenage Fanclub speak straight to my soul these days.