True Bliss

The air remains still, the skies are beautiful, and the sun spreads upon the horizon. Where's the dark skies and gray clouds spitting rain and mess like they predicted? The weather's perfect. I can already feel myself hitting that little, yellow tennis ball with a nice sweat and not a care in the world. I see my opponent stretching for that perfect shot that I just hit. I again look into the expansive blue. Today remains a perfect day for playing tennis. I head towards Central Park for nothing but true bliss. That is, until I realize that I'm going to have to wait all day for a tennis court.