Not Quite Perfect Day
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Everything is so blue and green
it's a perfect summer day.  Not too warm but not too cool, either.
The sky is a perfect shade of blue
the grass and the trees a vibrant shade of green.
The sun is shining
and there's literally not a cloud in the sky.
A light breeze ruffles the leaves
and gently blows my long hair straight out behind my back.
It's fun to look at my shadow and see my hair flow, almost in slow motion.
The flowers in front of the library are bright with color
The fountain
for once without chipped paint
looks welcoming, as students lounge around it.
The robins and the squirrels wander through the trees and grass.
It occurs to me that everything I've said about this day is cliched.
There must be something wrong.
But there isn't.
There aren't even any bugs out here in the grass, trying to crawl all over me.
Which is strange, considering the spiders in my room.
But still, the day is perfect.
Except for the bugs.
And my paraniod flinches as frisbees go flying by my head
entirely too close for my liking.
And the two finals I have tomorrow
That I really should be studying for right now.
Nothing is ever truly perfect
except the beauty that surrounds me today.
Although there are frisbees, bugs, and finals crowding in
This day is perfect for me, and it was made that way by God.
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