I woke up to a perfect day.
The kind of day that makes
me feel sorry for myself and
question every choice I ever
made that resulted in being
inside instead of outside
on a day like today.
As I drove to work down Willow St
I consoled myself with the depth of
light and shadow under the oak arbor,
the hot funky jazz playing on OZ,
and thoughts of the miraculous
nature of pure being.
Then, I realized that no matter
how many days such as this
I have enjoyed in my life,
it will never feel like enough
on a day like today.