Sunshine & Surrealism;

There are certain days where you can walk outside and feel the happiness resonating. It's rather intense, but once you surpass the anomaly, the feeling is surreal. I wouldn't categorize this experience as the result of a perfect day; however, there is definitely some perfection involved. The colors of the world are vibrant and pulsating, rich and deeply beautiful. There is an extreme texture to the trees, the grass and the sky. It seems more than 3-D, like some alternate plane of shapes and colors is making a brief appearance to the world in which we live. Everything is more intricately defined and energetic, jumping into eyesight rather than gazing past the retina and into the mind in order to determine what the object before you actually might be. You need no second thoughts. It just is. And it hits you in the most pleasant manner, like being submerged in a swimming pool with all the force of the water pushing against your best efforts to move forward. You struggle, but the sensation is more than worth it. That's what the colors are; forceful and entirely worth it. 
That is how today felt. And I won't say that I wish that is how everyday felt because I don't. That would detract from the magic, which is a notion I find most people to disregard. Not everything can be good because then there would be no definition or differentiation between the bad. There would be nothing to compare it to, and comparison is everything. That is how we decide our dislikes and our passions. It is an entirely essential factor of life. But for now, I am glad today is, in essence, perfect. And even though I know sometime in the near future I will be feeling the exact opposite as I do now, I'm not hesitant because I know another pallet of colors is waiting for me when I walk outside one day. A day when I least expect it. And for that I find hope; for that I find comfort.