| Perfect Day |
| 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. It really is a perfect day. |