Beautiful Day

It is a beautiful Southern California day. The sky is an amazing shade of blue and the light is dancing off of the Pacific Ocean and inspiring me to run harder, and faster, with every wave that crashes onto the sand. I've got the ipod blasting out Coldplay's "Beautiful Day" and it is the perfect soundtrack to my life at this particular moment...
"It's a beautiful day...don't let it get away..."
My energy level is bumped up a few notches and I start to take longer strides as I become invigorated by the beauty of the landscape. As the sweat drips down my brow, I take another look around Ocean Avenue to survey the scene and then
"MMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!" The music stops playing as my headphones are ripped out of the socket and my very angry two and half year old peeks his head out of the back of the jogging stroller and screams "I WANT OUT....NOW." He is holding my headphones and I look down at my soundless Ipod and try to get back in the moment.
I look around again. I see a black cloud or two...it's time to go home.