The Perfect Day

What can you do to make today perfect? Of the parts that you can control, what will you do to make the day the best day possible?

On the day I took this photo, I was playing the Perfect Day game. I woke up early, forced myself out of bed I and squeezed in a 20 mile bike ride on an old favorite route when the air was still cool on what would be a hot summer day.

Frankly, I don't remember much else from that day, but I remember this part. I remember this S curve between corn field and horse pasture, just before the road makes a sharp right turn into the woods and down Abington hill. I remember my eyes tearing up as the speedometer flirted with 50 and the forest blurred into green. Then just as fast, the hill flattening out again and safety returning, like a calculated roller coaster.

I've forgotten that Friday, but I remember this small perfection.