A Perfect Morning

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It was finally the weekend

And it was a perfect morning

I rose from my bed

Groggily I rubbed the sleep from my eyes

And through back the curtains

The suns light lanced through the window

Temporarily blinding me in its glory

When my eyes adjusted though I peered out the window

The sun rested headily near the top of the sky not yet hitting its apex

It shined across the great blue maw of the open sky

Mixing wonderfully with the little clouds that were like cotton balls in the sky

The warmth of the sun heated the earth

Making the day very warm

But not uncomfortably so

The grass sparkled like gemstones as the sun illuminated the still dew

I took all of this in appreciating the beauty of nature

And let out a small sigh of pleasure

It was the perfect morning

And it was finally the weekend