This day

I have seen this day before!

I know.  I can feel it.  Smell it.  See it in my heart.

Those fuzzy white things floating in the air are not cottonwood seeds.  They are feathers from angel wings.

And if I could reach high enough I might be able to pick a piece out of the sky.  It would be like icing on a cake, slightly hardened and sweet to the tongue.

Cotton candy clouds float by in sunlit splendor.  Yes, I have seen this day before.

I am sitting on the steps of the side porch. 

My uncle is playing with his yo-yo. 

Grandma is wearing peddle pushers, weeding her garden while the sheets blow high in the air on the clothes line.

I have seen this day before!