Its one of those days. Its one of those days where the sky is nice. The sky isn't beautiful or depressing. Its just, nice.

Its kinda like an in between day. Where you can do anything and it would be awesome. Its a day where you wish it were Saturday, but your glad its not Monday. Its feels like a Thursday, but it could be Tuesday or Sunday.

Its a day where breathing is special. Where the earth smells strong of a good earthy smell no matter where you go, and a steady wind is blowing. When you think about it, days like this come before rain.

Its almost like these days are a savior. Its a day almost like a holiday with no real celebration. Its a special day, but you don't really know why. You just know. You can feel it.

On days like this, you feel on top of a hill watching the sun set all day, and the wind blow through a light sweater. You feel warm, and comfortably cold. You feel young and wise.

I remember things on days like this. I smell my childhood on days like this. I'm in an other world on days like this.

Days like this are timeless.