I've fallen.

I fell half in love with a lot of things today.
I fell half in love with the snow that swirled chaotically, without a direction.
I fell half in love with the voice of a man who sang too often of the things he was unsure of.
I fell half in love because I understood what it was to write too much of something you know too little of. 
I fell half in love with the boy I've only just met this school year, his eyes and his hands and his everything and the we that we could be. 
I fell half in love with the smell of cookies baking and the heavy lidded feeling of a lazy morning. 
I fell half in love with the feel of bare feet on cold wood and of watering eyes in the stinging February air.

I fell wholly in love with being alive.