It's a good day.
One where the children aren't screaming too loud as I walk by the playground in the park.
The tune I'm whistling is harmonizing with the car alarms and ambulance sirens.
The sun is a perfect orange circle in the sky from all the smoke, and it's reflected in the black glass of The Office Buildings across the street.
They didn't give me a parking ticket and my car is just warm enough to get the feeling back in my frigid hands.
It's a good day.