This was not that day but a beautiful day nonetheless

I was asked how my day was and the title is how I responded. After much thought, this was a gross understatement. Allow me to rectify what was said with an attempt to accurately describe how that day was experienced.

Upon early evening as my close companions and I set forth to our local park, I could not help but notice the majesty that was the atmosphere surrounding us. Only a stones throw away, the brisk stroll was accompanied with familiar scents and sounds that could only be provided with childhood. As the sun was attempting to escape, I was determined to catch its ineffable beauty. We entered the field with enchantment and a paradoxical excitement to relax.

One friend unsurprisingly chose the tree over the grass and I agreed all too willingly. We ascended the one tree in the middle of the greenbelt as it was the focus of attention. There, we conversed about the discourse of life and what steps are necessary to become the preeminent version of ourselves for an epoch. I was astonished by the ethereal interior of this elegant home as the branches seemed to be created for us. We could hear the sonorous rhythm of the speaker that we intelligently brought. It was then decided to join the rest of the coterie as we lay supine in the grass.

Beneath me was an organic mattress absorbing me into its comfort. Above me was a canvas artfully designed with iridescent colors and textures. The sky had a glass ceiling with the clouds acting upon the surface as condensation. The sun has retreated behind the buildings and trees in the background as to not ruin the inerrant lighting it provided. I was neighbored by friends but in this moment, I was in a state of solitude. In this oblivion, I thanked the environment to offering such a perfect gift.

It was at this moment that I sensed the mellifluous voices of children at play. Three adolescence caper together joining in unbridled hysterics. As I watched the children hard at play, it was a tender reminder to never lose touch with the wonder I possessed at their age. The day was not over and I could already feel the hiraeth for the soon to be remembered time there. I was mourning what had not abandoned me quite yet. The ephemeral complexion of nature set in and I wistfully awaited the denouement of daylight. We began our departure home and I appreciated the glorious serendipity of that day longing to live another.

But you probably got all that with “it was a beautiful day” no?