we've been having
is too good to be true.
I keep saying to myself,
"This is the most beautiful day
there has ever been."
I lay in the grass
at Rock Canyon Park
and looked up at the sky
"This is the most beautiful perfect day
in the history of beautiful perfect days."
And that made me a little sad.
The Kip in my head said,
"Napoleon, like anyone can even know that."
I can't know that.
I haven't experienced every beautiful perfect day
in the history of time.
I haven't set criteria
and rated them
and come up with a definitive list.
But I feel like today
is the most beautiful perfect day.
Am I wrong?
I thought about it,
that I'm not wrong.
Every new beautiful perfect day
is the most beautiful perfect day
there's ever been.
And even when the sun sets
on that kind of day,
you can sleep well,
knowing that beautiful perfect days
are never going to stop coming.