The Perfect Day

Just a little piece I wrote earlier this year...

It's the kind of day a photo can't share. The clouds a soft gray, the sun just heading down. 

The breeze picks up grabbing your hair and whipping it into the air. The trees rustle like the days in your childhood, birds chirping their good evening song. It's cool but not cold, 

and the road stretches before you like a never ending trail.

It's the days of your youth living again, the days you never want to forget. The sun glistens gold on the edge of the horizon. Clouds spread bustily across the sky in ripples of silver and pure white. The sun comes out for a moment, blinding and sharp.

Shadows of the people are long, long, long, stretching far down the road. 

Just a moment and the sun is caught behind a tree.
Everything shines gold with shadows in between. 

It's the picture perfect moment that a camera can't capture. 

Then the sun is in your eyes again and the road is flooded with light. 

Wind picks up, blowing hard against your face. The sun dips just below the horizon, glowing brighter than ever while the world all around turns to gray. The first day of summer, so beautiful, so lovely.

This is the perfect day.