Today was the first day of the year above seventy degrees. A warm, gentle breeze drifted in through the open windows and all you could hear was the birds playing in the trees. It was a day that resembled mid-summer rather than the early days of spring. As soon as I set foot outside, the humidity and sunshine swirled together like a symphony. The heat felt like a promise of positivity, beauty and goodness rolled into one. I laid on a blanket in the grass, allowing the dog to roam or relax as he pleased. Earlier, I dug through my closet, extracting a fresh set of watercolors. A craving for creativity struck me as soon as I opened my eyes. I do enjoy drawing and painting, even if I’m not very good at it. Music was also a necessity for the day. Words can not express the feeling of hearing Florence Welch’s dreamy voice sing “How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful,” as a band of billowy clouds float through the sky. As I basked in the heavenly sunlight, my eyes threatened to shut, my body went slack as a certain kind of peace washed over me. All the chaos consuming the world disappeared, everything melted away. Against all odds, today felt like the perfect day.