A Perfect Day

Someone asked me once what is my idea of a perfect day. At the time, I gave an answer that was mostly about the activity I had packed into the day. But since, I have realized that a perfect day is one in which my heart is simply filled with gratitude. Like today.

Snow is falling as I write. Not the kind that snarls traffic and complicates life, but gentle snowflakes falling softly to the ground and melting. I'm grateful for the beauty and peace of it.

My husband and I had our favorite breakfast at a nearby restaurant. We sat next to a couple from San Antonio. When they left, a couple from Arkansas took their table. I'm grateful to live in a place where I meet and converse with interesting tourists who appreciate the beauty of Sedona and want to hear our stories of what it's like to live here.

I'm grateful for a day when I can simply stay in a warm house, watch the birds feeding from the seed I just left outside, and do what I feel like doing, from one moment to the next. A perfect day.

You write it:  What is a perfect day for you?