This Day

Just when you thought you had sorrowfully graduated to adulthood. Just when you thought you had grown out of simple pleasures. Just when you thought your glory days were behind you.

You have a day like this.

Your eyes lazily, yet soberly open to sunshine streaming in from the window. The light isn't aggressive, just calmly hanging there, awaiting your rise and that sweet, faint smell is recognizable, but not tired, just beautifully familiar. No work; the morning and the day is yours - a factor which, although not necessary, I find to be quite conducive to the art of appreciation. A day where everything's there, and even if it isn't, you have somehow been given the tools to make it so.

You're inside, you're outside, what difference does it make? Just knowing that the weather's getting better is enough to make you feel as though you've gotten a serotonin shot straight the face.

Food tastes better; fuller, music has an added dimension, you run into a friend and feel like squeezing them in a hug so tight they may find it difficult to breathe. Whatever you do or do not accomplish on this day, by the end of it you'll still find yourself glad you had it.

This day is a feeling. And it has revived me.