The Perfect Day

  1. Dream of warmth. Of sunlight and silence. The muted hush of the air down a valley slope. Of pine trees and night time and summer rain. The tunnel vision off a fire. The sound of the earth shifting as you sleep. How serene the lake looks in gentle moonlight.
  2. Wake up. It's snowing outside. The window casts that pale blue light across the foot of the bed. The room otherwise blanketed in darkness. But it's a comfortable darkness. She's not beside me. Revel in the edges of my fading sleep. The wonderful rush of eloping dreams. Listen to the house breathe.
  3. Wander into the bathroom. Turn the faucet to just underneath scalding. Open the windows to let the frozen air in. Admire the stars. Let the water run over my eyes and scalp. Breathe in the heat and the cold. Roll my shoulders and stiffened back. Release my tensions. Physical and mental. Dry off. Put on sweats and cushy socks.
  4. She's in the living room. Sat cross legged on the couch in front of the fireplace, a blanket wrapped furtively around her shoulders, staring at the snow and the silence and the chaos this emits. Second only to the beauty she transcends in her resolute, if absent minded, splendor.
  5. There's something spectacularly overwhelming about the way her hair falls against her otherwise naked back.
  6. Sit down beside her. Appreciate the sort of peace born of long association and fulfilled awareness. Examine the joy beneath her smile, the mystery of her skin, what majesties sleep within eyes. Separating cosmic abandon from a microcosm of infinite reflections.
  7. The sun reveals a world swathed in ice. Trees and earth alike trapped underneath winters canvas.
  8. I sigh...
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  10. “I don’t pretend to understand the mystery of love, but this time it was more than sex, more than using a woman’s body. It was being lifted off the earth, outside fear and torment, being part of something greater than myself. I was lifted out of the dark cell of my own mind, to become part of someone else."
  11. “It was the first step outward to the universe—beyond the universe—because in it and with it we merged to recreate and perpetuate the human spirit. Expanding and bursting outward, and contracting and forming inward, it was the rhythm of being”
  12. Excerpt From: . “Flowers for Algernon.”