Perfect

There are days when nothing extraordinary occurs, but some how a chain of normal, simple, ordinary perfect events happens that make you wish every day was like this: Bike ride in the fall, with the perfect music, sun, crisp air, and my thoughts. Just a little time to myself. At the mid way point I bumped into friends and one became three: latte, bagel with cream cheese and silly conversation. Followed up by a good pedal home.

 

A fall ride to Nyack for cafe con leche had been on my mind for some time and todays ride was page right out of how I dreamt it.

 

Selfie crossing the bridge back into the city.

 

Perfect day.

 

 

Done