perfect

lazy sunday morning. eggs. jam. butter. chai. new york times for free. free? so we think.

cool, crisp air. bright sun in the glasses. bike tires on the road. new knickers covering scratches on knees.

scratches on knees? tripped and fell while trail running yesterday. bemused, muddy, and speechless, it'll take until christmas for those puppies to heal. heal!

the smell of the donuts lingered for a mile. fall, apple, cider, donuts. good thing i brought the jingle. rotten thought we were skipping. cancer doesn't skip fresh, hot, cider donuts. no way, no how.

one and a half down for each of us, short little ride back to home after getting slowed down on a descent. don't they know that's how i go fast?

anyway. home.

smiling dog.

sunny room.

might not get a move on soon.

what a perfect, perfect, perfect day.