It Was That Kind of Day

Today was a beautiful Spring day. I saw people:

  • walking dogs
  • wearing shorts
  • eating ice cream cones
  • walking with a little spring in their step
  • waiting at stoplights without shivering
  • construction crews in lighter clothing
  • flowers being sold at the grocery store

It was a day that I thought would be good for:

  • riding a bike
  • driving with the top down or (at least) the windows open
  • stopping at a patio bar for a beer
  • making plans for the yard
  • making plans for painting the trim
  • barbequing dinner
  • eating popsicles
  • turning up the radio
  • lubricating the bike chain
  • taking a moment in the sun
  • eating some watermelon

So, what I am trying to say is that Today’s Perfect Moment was Today.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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3 Responses to It Was That Kind of Day

  1. Jinjer says:

    Ah yes, perfect!

    As for me, I was standing outside on the porch just now with the neighbor’s cat, just enjoying the beauty of the spring morning after yesterday’s non-stop rain, thinking how perfect it all was.

  2. Margie Swain says:

    Good one Anthony

  3. Pingback: Finding Perfection in a Darker Palette | Today's Perfect Moment

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