This morning, just moments before I pulled into the
tree-lined driveway at work,
the sounds and lyrics of U-2's, A Beautiful Day, came across the radio.
And, as I turned the corner, I was suddenly aware . . .
Everything, as it had been before,
only brighter, more vibrant - more alive.
The parking lot, unspoiled, as no industrial plows
had found their way through.
And, as I walked across the new,
unclaimed territory in my child-like feet,
leaving fresh footprints behind me . . .
narrowing my eyes from the bright, sparkling white . . .
the cold air - shocking, making me take notice of my every breath . . .
I did, indeed, feel brighter, more vibrant - more alive.
"It's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.
It's a beautiful day . . . "
. . . singing in my head.
tree-lined driveway at work,
the sounds and lyrics of U-2's, A Beautiful Day, came across the radio.
And, as I turned the corner, I was suddenly aware . . .
Everything, as it had been before,
only brighter, more vibrant - more alive.
The parking lot, unspoiled, as no industrial plows
had found their way through.
And, as I walked across the new,
unclaimed territory in my child-like feet,
leaving fresh footprints behind me . . .
narrowing my eyes from the bright, sparkling white . . .
the cold air - shocking, making me take notice of my every breath . . .
I did, indeed, feel brighter, more vibrant - more alive.
"It's a beautiful day.
Don't let it get away.
It's a beautiful day . . . "
. . . singing in my head.
I love those days!
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