Beautiful Day

Category: Story

It was an unremarkable day, and I remember that I was right on time, right on schedule.

It was a beautiful day--I remember looking at those bright blue skies and white puffy clouds and smiling. It was warm, but not humid.

I remember distinctly what I was wearing--a black short-sleeve T-shirt, maroon cotton pants, and black loafers. I had a sweater with me, and my usual bag of teacher stuff.

Afterwards, I remember feeling thankful that I had worn comfortable shoes that day. In fact, it took me a long time to wear heels again. I felt sort of superstitious about it, thinking that I'd need flats on if I were to walk a long distance, or God forbid, to run.