A Perfect Day

You arrive there and everything perfect comes to you perfectly.

Mother, Father, Brother, Sister. Lover, Comforter, Fighter, Flavour. Herder, Catcher, Seducer, Tamer. Peter, Stewart, Deserter and House.

You open up immediately and let everything in.

You do not even wonder why you didn't come here before. It does not matter, for this moment is endless. You sleep every night, you make love every second night, you see the sun every day, you feel and hear rain every seventh day.

Morning is a forest road, Midday is a city park, afternoon is a bridge, evening is a back-alley, and night is a highway.

Tears flow like rain and even though you don't know if they are tears of joy or sadness, you do know that it makes you feel good.

You bump your toe on a curb and the pain is negligible and you go to the doctor who heals you up in no time. He says you should drink a medicine once every day for the next three days and you jubilate because the medicine tastes like coca-cola.

You woke up with a hangover this morning and instantaneously fell into the nearby river and having climbed out felt like fresh rain.

You torch the nearby wooden church and they praise you for having killed a centuries-old demon.

Words are spoken and hands feel while you rise slowly but surely.