Today was perfect. Or at least close.
Don’t get me wrong…the guy of my dreams didn’t pledge his love to me, I didn’t win the lottery, I didn’t meet the cast of my Harry Potter. But it was still a pretty great day.
When I walked out first thing in the morning, I was physically shocked with the warmth. The sky was a vibrant shade of deep blue, even with the clouds, and the trees were silhouetted just so. It was otherworldly. I felt like I had fallen asleep and had been transported to a dream, and I had a strange euphoria that comes along with the feeling of being in a dream (unless I’m the only one who gets that).
All morning felt sort of surreal, and I think it was from the weather. I kept glancing out the windows and wishing I was outside with the blue sky and the black trees and the cloudy quilt. The thought of the warmth of nature through my jacket and against my skin made me feel like where I was inside was a prison complex.
And then, when I was nearing the end of my time locked up, it began to rain outside. It didn’t start with a drizzle or a quiet roll, it was spontaneous with thunder and lightning and water. But, instead of being deathly afraid, as I usually would be, I wanted to go and run around like an idiot in the pouring rain. Maybe it had something to do with Spanish class. Don’t most things?
The wet sidewalks (wet, not damp) didn’t bother me, and, in fact, they only added to the experience of the day. I can’t be totally sure why, but the puddles were okay. Even though I was wearing suede boots.
The only things that could have made this day better were listed above. But for a Tuesday, it really was almost perfect.
Ciao for now,