just another day. (perfect)

there is a light grey/mostly white blanket over the city today.

it says 16 degrees currently but i'm willing to bet that it feels like less.

when you spend a lot of time with yourself you begin to realize how much is around you -

besides the weather; which begins 90% of conversations -

there's just the sky and just the clouds and just the sound the wind makes through the leaves.

there's a lot more than a lot less and i think that's what people sometimes forget.

the flowers and the mosquitoes and the airplanes that cross our paths daily... sometimes we don't notice them at all. maybe because we can't always hear them happening around us; maybe because we've got better things to do.

but everybody's noticed the same thing at some point.

"it's a beautiful day!"

take; for example, your favourite place in the world.

put yourself there with an open mind and crossed legs.

take it all in.

the view; the company; the smell; the amount of light; the amount of darkness -

the beauty of it all.

remove nothing but the weather from your favourite place in the world.

paint the sky light grey/mostly whitish.

is it still your favourite place?

is it still beautiful?

a beautiful day cannot be defined by the weather.

the weather can only make something more or less perfect.

and if perfect is just getting to live another day,

then every one of the days is a beautiful one.