Ricardo Cortez

A Peaceful Day

It was a peaceful day today. The sky washed itself in that trademarked blue that you imagined as a child when looking for the matching crayon. The sun above me was a yellow and orange flaming eye staring down, piercing my skin. The birds sang songs that could possibly make statues cry. I drove home with my arm feeling the cool breeze outside my sedan’s window. I simply had no words and dully had no thoughts. I only had this black bumpy road in front of me and whatever my senses as an animal could take.