perfect

Today was a beautiful, perfect sunny day, the kind that starts with clouds of warm breath in the cold morning air, with jet trails across the eastern sky, the kind that warms up enough to walk outside at lunch with coat unbuttoned and friend complaining that she'll sweat if I make her walk up the minor slope from the library, the kind that welcomes sitting in the park in the sunlight, soaking it in and reading a new library book, the kind that makes me look around and think, "I'll miss this place when I leave," and then it's all confusing, because I have no plans to leave, but somehow the perfect day makes me think that I will, someday, maybe even soon.