beautiful day

When you look forward to a certain day or event for a long, long time, that day will invariably be different than expected.

I'm real big on the paradoxes lately.

I know I'm not making sense.

So I'll make like Sheri:

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
I know I'm not a hopeless case

What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
Was a beautiful day

Since Sunday, I have listened to nothing but that song, over and over again.

Sums it up. Everything that's been going on, from the bummers to the fantastic, all that I don't have the time or the energy or even the ability to write right now.

Metaphorically, that is.

It is a beautiful day.