Sunnyday is what today should have been called. The weather outside was perfection illustrated.
As I was driving home to see my family, I couldn’t help but soak in the day. Sunglasses on. Windows down. Sunroof open. John Mayer blasting. And then it happened. I get this feeling sometimes when I’m driving, and it’s like there’s some perfect alignment somewhere. I just want to keep on driving and wind up somewhere new. The best of today is that feeling. And it’s fleeting, that feeling. Because as much as I want to see where the road will take me, I crash into reality and remember that I have a job to do. I have students to teach. I have a family to see and a dog to hug. I have friends to stick around for. And that feeling, that reminder that my reality is beautiful is almost as perfect as the original, fleeting one.