Blissful

Staring out the window at a totally gorgeous day instead of doing homework is a much lovelier way to spend an afternoon, in my opinion. The wind is blowing softly, just a few gusts that, if I were outside, would blow my hair around my face in that way that I love. It's chilly, but the bright sun shining down and warming the earth makes up for that. The mud from the past few rainy days has disappeared enough to create the perfect state for dirt; the ground is moist, but not truly wet, and the sunshine gently warms it, giving the air an earthy smell. Due to the recent warm, wet weather, our plants convinced it was early spring instead of late winter, and beautiful buds now cover the plants. The sky is a flawless, brilliant blue, with just a few puffy clouds dancing their way across the horizon. I see that the the tree line in the distance is still bare, without a single touch of green, while the grass is beginning to flourish again, and wild daisies have begun to spring up in the pasture across our road. The light is beginning to change as early evening sets in. It's a good day, a blissful day.