I rise, stretching and inhale the scent of honeysuckle on the morning breeze. I cross to the window pulling back the drape and see a Perfect blue sky. The morning air raises goose-flesh on my arms, but I relish the feel.
The smell of coffee draws me to the kitchen. Shivering in bare feet, I pour my first cup.
Little Dog dances at my feet, gladly greeting me and this Perfect, beautiful day. We make our way back to the bedroom, where I dress for the day.
As I reach for my walking shoes, Little Dog’s excitement is unmistakable. He knows the routine.
I close the front door behind me and Little Dog and I start our morning walk. I breathe deeply, looking at the path ahead, taking in the sights and sounds of this Perfect Spring day.
Perfect.
