A peaceful Sunday around here. I headed out for a long walk (aiming for eight, but missed the marker to turn around and ended up with nine), and it was interesting to note I was almost the only walker out. Lots of runners, lots of cyclists in their neon spandex (and kudos to every cyclist with a bell–thank you so much).
Walking is a quiet thing. Meditative. No dogs today, since I exhausted them a few days ago, and I needed to get a very long walk in to check out my new shoes. My walking partner has fallen in love and has been a bit scarce. I brought my Ipod and listened to music in one ear, nature (and bike bells) in the other. Admired the river, running beneath snow and melting ice. Hoped to see a fox, or perhaps a coyote, and instead saw a whole flock of blue jays, who wheeled around preening for me.
Both of my sons called. One wanted to talk politics, with all due passion, and I enjoyed it. The other one called to laugh about something on television. I cooked a beautiful lasagna for supper, with all organic everything, which CR will eat over the next couple of months on his long run days.
And then tonight, that beautiful a mountain-shaped cloud, edged with the setting sun, rounding out a pretty much perfect day.
What makes a day perfect for you?