The Most Beautiful Day

If I have ever said, "today was the most beautiful day," I was lying, because today was the most beautiful day. I'm not even sure how to put into words what a beautiful day it was. First off, the temperature was perfect. You know how sometimes when its starting to get cold, there will be a few days where the breeze is chilly but the sun is hot, so your nose and fingers can be cold but the rest of you will be almost sweating? Well, it wasn't like that. It was just past that. The sun warmed the air to just the perfect temperature so, even though I was riding my bike to work, I wasn't sweaty but I wasn't too cold. The sky was the most astounding bright blue, with only the occasional wispy cloud to let you know it was the sky. I think the sky is bluer here in general. The sky in Florida is too washed out. The leaves on the trees have continued to turn, so they create a very colorful picture as I ride past them. Its strange that I can't put my finger on exactly why the colors of the leaves are so amazing. The red ones aren't just red they are glowing, sort of like how the embers aren't just orange, except embers really are glowing. And the yellow ones, they are my favorite but I just can't pin point what it is about them. Its like the colors are changing right in front of you so its impossible to describe what color they are. Oh, and the best part of the most beautiful day, the part that made me sincerely regret that I was going to work instead of spending the day outside, was that when I rode over the river there were seven or eight ducks splashing around right under the bridge. One in particular looked like it was trying to get the others wet by diving under the water and kicking water up with its feet. I almost thought I was going to get a second bath. I can only hope that this most beautiful day is followed by more just like it.