My fantasy land

Last night I went to bed and it was still summer, and today I woke up to a beautiful autumn morning. Clouds had rolled in from seemingly out of nowhere--dark gray clouds, just the kind I have been hoping and praying for these past few weeks. They were big and puffy--like dyed cotton balls. I could tell the air would still be warm today, but not hot--not like it's been, in the mid nineties. I practically skipped to my car, and I swear as I drove to work things weren't as ugly as they have seemed lately--even work didn't seem too disgusting a prospect. I was so grateful for just the chance of thunderstorms and rain that I almost forgot the nasty, heartbreaking things in life right now--the hard edges of existence that poke in at you in just the most annoying or hurtful places. Work went smoothly, although it was tedious. And once again I was driving amidst the beautiful low black, blue, and gray clouds. They didn't cover the entire sky, but were off in the distance--to the north. The way they blended with the almost white skyline made the picture breathtaking. I was lost in the scene, so much so that I wished I didn't have to return home so soon and depart from my fantasy land--that I could stay driving like that forever... just watching the beauty and never being poked and prodded by the scary hard facts of life again.