Saturday, February 26, 2011

Perfect Day

Close your eyes... is the most perfect day. You're outside lying in the grass. You can smell spring in the slight breeze that is blowing. The sunlight is streaming down through the trees overhead. You can see little blades of green grass sticking up through the brown dead grass of last summer. The birds are chirping from their perches in the bud-covered trees. The daffodils are blooming their yellow and cream colored petals a warm welcome against the grey and brown backdrop left by winter. 
Open your eyes, the sky is blue, bluer than a robin's egg, almost electric. A perfect breeze, the sound of lawn mowers and pruning in the distance. The warm sun shining in the cloudless friends, it is Spring.

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