perfect day?

I sent a text message to a few friends that said, “Describe the perfect day.” Their responses (and lack of responses) were interesting. I didn’t really have anything in mind when I send the message; I was just passing an idle thought. But, the responses I did get got me to thinking about how I would answer.

I think the perfect day is one that is unexpected. It isn’t scripted or planned. It just unfolds like a flower in bloom. You really only see the beauty once it is complete.

I find this to especially be true when a day gets suddenly redeemed. You know, one of those days that is booked from one end to the other that suddenly breaks loose when things get cancelled or rescheduled. All of a sudden you have absolutely nothing constructive to do because you had been planning on doing something else. Those days tend to turn out especially well for me.

How would you describe your perfect day?