Maybe I am. After all, Romantics secretly covet the formula for love and Rationalists privately yearn to be swept off their feet.
Have I been swept?
My smile suggests that I have been, as do the hummed tune and the incorrigible good mood. It is difficult (and undesirable) to resist such cheerful passion. It is beautiful to witness and absolutely magickal to experience.
Tamora suggests that I am never more irrational than when I am happy. My good spirits can scare her. (Bah, peppermint patties.) Perhaps she is correct, but I can't really bring myself to care.
("Still a closet romantic.")
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