dancin down the cobblestones

Today was a good day. Imagine the smile on Gene Kelly's face as he dances down a rainy street singing his famous song. Dancing around like an idiot and not caring what others thought. That was me today. I woke up to birds chirping through the window of my room at my visiting family's house. I ran back to my kollegium ("ran" being a figurative term, it actually took more like 30 minutes) to drop off my clothes from the day before, grabbed my ipod, and left for the day.
Now imagine me walking down one of the many shopping streets in Copenhagen on my way to class. It's Friday. I'm going to Sweden tomorrow. I have two classes that I love today. I'm in Copenhagen. With my ipod playing songs from hairspray, I had to hold myself back from frolicking down the cobblestone streets that I love. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back a smile. A goofy, pointless, "I love life and there's nothing you can do about it" smile.
I confess that I waited until later that night to frolick down the streets. I'm not as brave as others. But I did frolick. And dance. And sing. And smile so big that I'm sure people thought I had just found the love of my life.
Today was a good day. I can give you possible reasons, small explanations for my giddiness, but they cannot suffice. I was simply happy to be alive. And sometimes that is all it takes.