When the sun drenches the world with happiness
Light skips against the surface of the lake. A mirage of silver and blue tangle itself up in a perfectly orderly chaos. Grasshoppers and water striders glide around, scarcely grazing the skin atop of the water. Somewhere in the distance there is a symphony of wind chimes and rustling leaves, accompanied by the scarcely audible hush of the wind.
Often, the most memorable days are the ones like this. Where the synopsis of this chapter is tranquillity and peace; where not too much or not too little happens. These are the days we revisit in our dreams.
These are the days which are perfect.