A Beautiful Day

The sun was shining brightly on our faces and we sucked in the wind in as it rushed past us like a current. The smell of the fields was weaved with the sweet smell of palm trees and evaporating rain. Our hearts were racing wildly with the feeling of the sun, the wind, and the knowledge that we were free. Free from responsibilities, free from exams, free from nights filled with caffeine and worry, free from the dread of receieving newly checked papers from smug professors and bitter old maids who resented the fact that we were brilliant and young. The van's faulty tank left streaks of gasoline rainbows in its wake, mixing with puddles of rainwater. It was, indeed, a beautiful day.