A Good Day

Beautiful day. Pink cherry tree blossoms exploding. Sidewalks carpeted in dogwood petals. Air smells green and hopeful. Pain is a whisper I have to really listen for if I want to notice it.

Richard greets me at the back door as I return from yoga class. He smiles like he's a five year old kid and I'm a chocolate ice cream cone. We talk about what kind of wine to bring to a barbecue tonight.

Today is a good day for me.

How would you describe what a good day is like for you?