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.