No Seatbelt

I've noticed that I enjoy the weather in a weird way.
In the morning, I like it when I wake up to it being grey.
A few clouds, a slight chill, cause for a sweater.
But by midday, I much more prefer blue skies.
Fluffy clouds, warm sun, light ocean breezes.
Then, at night, I thoroughly enjoy light drizzles.
No torrential downpours, but sprinkling is nice.
I love the way a slick street reflects headlights and taillights,
How the misting rain shimmers underneath streetlights and catches my eye.
Taking a walk on that sort of night feels good.
Sweater zipped halfway,
Fists buried in pockets.
What I'm basically getting at is:
Today was an absolutely perfect day,
At least as far as weather is concerned.
And, for now, I'll take what I can get,
At least as far as perfection is concerned.