Wind blowing ever so slightly

the breeze hits my arm

sending a calming sense of satisfaction

through every hair it breaks through.

The sun, just behind the cotton like clouds

never truly peeking out

just there enough for it to be seen.

A light drizzle of rain

enough to bring the joy of Autumn soon to come-

never enough to bring a dampness to the air.

A bluebird gently glides by showing its wings

so proudly yet without force.

This is the day I hope for.

This is the day I crave.

This day-

my own personal perfection.