Yesterday was a little more close to comfortable.
There was one wispy white cloud, three black birds placed in a triangle just beneath it, and a cool breeze on top of a beaming sun.
I only got slightly sunburned.

After getting angry over dropping my pocket-filled distraction into the pool
I let the day take what it wanted;
dismissing it as something that was supposed to happen.

I leaned back
dipped my pink toes into the luke warm water: the kind that feels like it's been filled up by a faucet and cooled off with just a few ice cubes--
and read The Decameron

I only paid attention to the giggles of the blonde girls in bright bathing suits for a moment
before letting my mind drift as I made secret travel plans for tomorrow.