Drink

Every once in a while, like for a short period this morning, there is an utter perfectness. The sun has not yet made its entire ascent, there is a faint chill, a light breeze is blowing, the sky is an impossible blue, all is quiet, and there is a crystalline quality to the air. I just want to drink it all in. It makes a person just glad to be alive.

(This is another reason I blog; if I spoke these words out loud, people would look at me like I was a loon. When I write it, on the other hand, it sounds poetic and eloquent, don't you think?)

There's something about the contrast of the green treetops against the blue, blue sky that I just love.