The Colors, Duke! The Colors!
It's rare for me to stop and actually admire something about nature. It simply just rarely happens. So when I became awestruck this afternoon, I felt it necessary to jot this down, if anything else so I can prove to myself that I have some sensibility.
It was 73 degrees, and the sun was shining brightly. The grass was green and the trees were exploding with colors. The sunglasses I have have a strange tint to it that makes colors seem a little more vibrant. A comforting Barenaked Ladies song about coming home was on the radio, and everything just seemed so...perfect.
It was a moment of happiness that I'm glad to have paid attention to. In the midst of all of the bitter, frustrated, and defeatist entries I write or want to write, it's nice to be able to chalk one into the victory pile once in awhile.
It was 73 degrees, and the sun was shining brightly. The grass was green and the trees were exploding with colors. The sunglasses I have have a strange tint to it that makes colors seem a little more vibrant. A comforting Barenaked Ladies song about coming home was on the radio, and everything just seemed so...perfect.
It was a moment of happiness that I'm glad to have paid attention to. In the midst of all of the bitter, frustrated, and defeatist entries I write or want to write, it's nice to be able to chalk one into the victory pile once in awhile.