Browsing another old notebook (I’ve been cleaning my room) and found another written doodle I wanted to share. Enjoy!
Dated Saturday, May 20, 2006-in Toronto, Canada, on a homeschool group high school class trip, in the morning while on the roof of the building we were staying in
The day is beautiful; the air cool, crisp, and clean. Last night’s rains have washed the flaws and imperfections from the streets and the skies. The sun shines down through the clouds and the delicate blue of the morning to touch my face, my hands, my feet.
It is a good day to be alive, a wonderful day, an utterly amazing day.
The city awakes; taxis pick up their first passengers, friends and lovers take an early morning stroll along the sidewalks and through the parks. Inside those still sleeping begin to awake; there is a Frisbee waiting for an eager hand and a quick toss; a shop sits silently with doors locked, awaiting the key that will reveal the wonders inside to the rest of the world.
It is just another day like all the rest, but deep inside the quiet minds of a lucky few lies the unconscious expectancy of a new day, a new experience, a new thought, a new dream.
Today is a day for living, for being a part of the heartbeat of the city, for knowing the blessing of opportunity and living up to the great potential of this glorious day.
Today is a new day; remember that and keep it with you always.
