Day Eleven

A perfect day. Birdsong drifting through the lazy summer air, china blue skies that smell faintly of rain and the color green, the drone of a distant lawnmower blends with the bumble bees that loop from flower to flower like tipsy lovers. My heart is sore today. I feel a strange splinter occurs when nature contradicts the heart, an incongruence in the universe. Weddings amidst torrential rain, blizzards on birthdays, funerals when the sun is uninvited but arrives cheerful and brightly dressed.

On certain days, perfection can be hard.