Tickling dreams

It was the time for
summer evening
in the city -
breathing in new faces,
new thoughts
but same,
good old
tickling dreams.

And I haven't felt this in a long time. Not knowing what it will bring, where I will stand or how uncomfortable it could get. Not knowing tomorrow but being certain it will be fine. Fine is better than extreme happiness and the opposite of that. It's good. It's stable. It's full of everything around it.
Haven't felt this alive... in a long time.
Seriously.
Ridiculous.