Today looked good, but it didn't feel good. The morning was missing it's orange and pink smudges, but that was okay because those mornings were for days that felt good. It was a dark blue, still pretty of course. The sky is always pretty, beautiful.
There comes a difference though, when the sky looked pretty and when the sky looked beautiful. On a day it looked good, you'd look at the sky and say "Look how pretty." and not say another word because it was only pretty and that was it. But on days where it felt good, the sky would be beautiful, and there were orange and pink smudges. And on those days, the day-feels-so-good days, you'd wonder. And wondering would make you think of the sky and how all those colors could paint it that way. You'd wonder how the clouds were not white on the feel good days. And you wouldn't wonder about in the way that a scientist would, or a person with I-know-the-sky-better-than-you-do skills.
Wondering on a day like a feel good day is hard to describe unless your wondering. And if you wonder, you'll understand.
