Somewhere, between Spring and Summer, there lies a perfect morning waiting to be born. It will be a day of abundant sunshine, clear blue skies and an ever so slight breeze that brings with it the fragrant smells of sweet alyssum and geranium.
I imagine a smile forms on my lips as I close my eyes, tilt my head back and inhale. The Earth is alive with the sounds of songbirds and honey bees. My best friend drops a slobber covered ball at my feet and I open my eyes just in time to catch the N number on a low flying single engine Cessna.
This, as yet, unborn perfect day, will include fresh squeezed lemonade, and a garden hose, a wet dog and an abundance of laughter. Morning floral perfume will be replaced by late afternoon lighter fluid and charcoal grills, hamburgers and hot dogs flaming under black enameled lids.
Full tummies and sun-kissed pink cheeks take a moment to stargaze at Ursa Major and Leo...can they be as easily recognized as Orion? He dominated the night sky just a few months before. Quiet contemplation of our place in an infinite universe is humbling. The chill of Spring claims the evening, and we are reminded that she still reigns, not ready to relinquish her season just yet.
Pondering a perfect day. Complete in my gratitude. Blessed beyond measure. Peace and mindfulness, my daily disposition. Be a light in the darkness, and be kind whenever possible...it's always possible.
Faith over Fear.
