My best friend and I have a perfect day. When Autumn first starts and the sun is bright in the sky but there is a nip in the air – a day for sunglasses and a wooly scarf. When that day comes we text each other in captials “IT’S THE PERFECT DAY!”. On a day like that, nothing can get me down. The world seems to be at peace with itself, like the sun is looking down on us and thinking “you know what, life’s pretty good”.
We had a day like that yesterday. We grabbed a Starbucks and made our way over to the park, walking through the woods, past the streams, amongst the deer and the ducks, chatting about everything and nothing. The perfect day.