Perfection

[rejectomorph]

The big wet that's dissolving the southern part of the state has missed us. This afternoon, our sky gave every indication of having been transported here from the springtime of some mythic earthly paradise, and the air was as mild and fresh as could be imagined. Painterly sweeps of cirrus cloud drifted white on perfect blue, until sunset made them blush a shade of pink never seen on the mere flowers of the ordinary world. That such a day should fall in February, and this far north, has left me astonished. I'd like another, tomorrow.


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