Today

If I had to colour in the sky, I would paint it blue, and the grass green, and some leaves would be red too! That's how I saw today, as I walked around the boundary of St Albans, down Cottonmill Lane, towards Chiswell Green, along Ragged Hall Lane and Potters Couch. A perfect day!

Today's mood is reflected in a poem I found by Billy Collins, a New Yorker, born in 1941.

Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.