My Favorite Kind of Day
The sun is shining. Birds are calling here and there, the wind is whispering through the trees, and stray rays of sunlight glint on the early-morning dewdrops, sparkling like a sea of diamonds. I walk, heart free of care and trouble, along the smooth grey-brown pavement. Trees beckon to me, calling out for me to sit beneath them, lean on their weather-worn trunks, but I dont stop until I reach the lake. It gleams like a jewel, rippling like a piece of the finest silk in the sunshine. I sit in the soft green carpet of grass, and reach for my cheese-and-mustard sandwich. The bread is soft and nutty, the cheese salty and smoky, and the mustard has just the right amount of tang. A breeze ruffles my hair, and I can feel the caressing hand of the Lord in it. I thank God for this day, and I lean back and close my eyes.