Today is a pristine day.

There is no other word to describe today. The weather...the weather is absolutely perfect. The sun is warm upon my face, teasing through the trees and upon my eyelids. The wind tugs playfully, a youthful game of tag where the fallen leaves lunge laughingly after me.

Even the clouds are enjoying the day. Big, fluffy things, they've established themselves in a celestial maze to delight the eye.

Yes, it is a pristine day. The kind of day where even a cynic such as myself has hope.