Tis the second day of April, the first day of the week. I’m sitting near the window, observing as we speak. I see beautiful yellow flowers I don’t know what they’re called. Today shall be a great one, nothing about it flawed. Hearing the birds chirping and the cars roll by is the perfect balance of nature and man existing side by side. The warmth of the sun accompanied by a cool breeze makes the grass shimmy and puts a sway in the trees. This is the perfect Sunday.