Yesterday was perfect. It was beyond words.
I would almost say that it was a paradoxical sort of perfection. The sun was shining, and those golden rays didn’t falter for even a moment. It was warm.
For the first time all year (in my opinion) it was not unbearably hot and humid — but it wasn’t cold either. There was a constant cool breeze bringing fresh air and sweeping autumn all around us. I love autumn.
Autumn is practically here, but there are still wildflowers. There are still ice cream cones.
I don’t know what made yesterday so amazing. Maybe it was brunch with my family, strolling along cobblestone streets downtown, or chasing streams of melting Ricotta & Fig ice cream with my tongue, laughing all the while.
I think only the man in the moon has the answer to that question.