“Tonight I’m in love with everybody on the city bus”

This line perfectly describes the manic elation you get between bouts of depression.

It reminds me of a line from a Derrick Brown story called Beyond the Clearing, A Sounder of Boars about why he doesn’t keep a gun around—-

—-“Some days I am bloated passionate. Some days I am a brick in a pond. The gun would be a bad, loud joke.”

Ups and downs, ups and downs.