oh, what a perfect day.

Sometimes I wonder if it gets any better than this. I love that in the middle of a recession, employment turmoil, school stress, and a life that at times seems filled with things to be unsure about, I can wake up to a perfect winter day. The haze of pollution that hung over the City has disappeared, the Oquirrhs in the West stand out in bright relief against a clear blue sky, and at 36 degrees, it feels warm! There is still snow on the ground, but clad in a reliable track jacket, I am comfortable and happy as I cruise down the hill towards work. Work! How strange to feel happy to go to work! On a Saturday! But this is the kind of day where nothing can be wrong-- even work seems full of opportunity and greatness, perhaps because the large windows don't separate me from the perfect day going on outside, because the perfect day is going on inside.

Today is a day for poetry-- my two favorites. The first, Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman, captures perfectly, I think, all of the blissful feelings one might feel on a bike ride. The second is a prayer of sorts by e.e. cummings. Enjoy this perfect Saturday!

i thank You God for most this amazing

day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees

and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,

and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any-lifted from the no

of all nothing-human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)