And now it's the next time

We've hit one month.
Today is the day.

Right about now is when I start wondering whether or not history will repeat itself.
I certainly hope not.

I'm terribly happy. I can't comprehend the entirety of the gladness I'm feeling right now.
And there's this fiery romance and desperate creativity and care.

Whatever might I have done to deserve this?
Let it be.

My left is in its happiest state.