by Erin Elaine
Enjoying a day of perfect weather is one of the true simple joys in life. Today was one of those days in Madrid.
The seasons change suddenly in Madrid. One day it’s winter, the next it’s firmly spring. Spring has just arrived, and the suddenness of it is like opening your eyes on the weekend when the sun is already streaming in your window. It’s warm today (23 C or 74 F) and the sky is blue. There is a very faint breeze, just enough to carry the smell of flowers and trees and soil. The birds are chirping. The temperature is like a soft blanket, making me feel secure and a bit lazy. On these types of days, it’s impossible to worry about anything. I walk around in a bit of a trance, no responsibilities, no obligations, nothing but enjoyment. Breathing in. Breathing out. Closing my eyes, opening them again. Letting my chest fill with air, then letting it out slowly, like evaporation. I couldn’t worry about anything if I wanted to. The pace of life seems to have slowed down, and I want to languish in it for hours, like sitting in a hot tub on a cool autumn evening. The day seems complete, as if it doesn’t matter how much or how little I do today. No matter what I do, this day can’t be wasted, because it’s already perfect. The air smells fresh. The sun warms my skin without overheating me. I breathe in again, then out.