Yesterday was one of those days where all the good feelings and perfect days you ever had were crammed into one amazing afternoon. My original plan was to wake up early and get my errands done, but because I’m so used to clutching my phone so I can snooze it instantly I somehow slept in. After a certain amount of time you just learn to snooze it in your sleep. But when I did manage to release myself from the cocoon of blankets I woke up to a sunny and bright day. If knowing that all my errands including cleaning my car out (which I thought would take a couple days on account of my laziness) would only take an hour I think the guilt I had about sleeping in wouldn’t have been so heavy on my chest. For the rest of the day my roommates and I spent the rest of the day doing. . . . Nothing. Days were I don’t have to work all day; get ready to go out or run all over town is very rare for me. So when that kind day comes along you have to grab it and hold it tight.
We spent the day sitting around eating snacks, listening to music and talking. I even found some time to get some writing done. The beautiful spring weather only added to our perfect day. The air was cool and had a nice breeze to it and the sun felt warm on my skin. My inner flower child wanted nothing more than to lie in a field of flowers and sing and dance all day. I just wanted to take this day and bottle it up to have as a keepsake.
It was later in the afternoon when the sun began its journey to paint the sky with its beautiful sunset shades when Berto looked out the window and said, “Today feels like it’s lasted for years.” I agreed with him because I felt the same way. There was something so decadent about this moment of delicious simplicity. I thought about Vanessa Carlton’s song “Spring Street” when she said: “We hold on to dreams and live like kings like the days will never end.” That seemed to be the only way to describe what I was feeling.
Blame it on spring where everything seems to get sprinkled with a little extra bit of sparkle or blame it on my ability to take pleasure in a simple afternoon, whatever it was I basked in its delightful flavor and savored every bit of it.
Xoxo.
B.
