Some days, I'm on a chairlift, the wheels happily squeaking against the line. My legs feel comfortingly heavy against the chair because of the weight of my skis. The sun will be shining through a light cloud and when the rays hit just right they sparkle like glitter suspended in the air. The snow would muffle the occasional whoop and holler from other skiers below and it would be, just, perfect.
Other days, I'm back in Paris with Shug. We're sitting in a park enjoying a bottle of deliciously cheap wine and a picnic. We get to sit in the mid-afternoon sun and watch the tiny dogs run around with the serious purpose of playing. The dull thunder of traffic is actually cut out here and there by the water splashing in a million-year-old fountain nearby and both of the sounds together are oddly soothing. Shug will make me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt and we may even take a catnap there on the grass, warmed by our full bellies and the sun low in the sky.
And then there are days where I'm cannon-balling into our family condo's pool. It's still a liiiiiiitle to cold to be swimming, but I don't care. I be sure to stay away from the leaves floating here and there like little brown lily pads and wait for my Grandpa to skim them out and away from the clear water. I know he enjoys this morning ritual, we get to talk and I show him my impressive backflips.
See! SO nice to take a little break! What is your perfect day like today?