Moments of Perfection
As the sun is deciding whether or not to rise, the fog clings to the ground in the pasture across my street as a reminder that Halloween approaches. The aroma of coffee permeates the air as my fingers soak up the warmth of the first cup. That first taste is bliss and as I sigh in contentment, the dog lays his head gently in my lap and gazes at me with adoring brown eyes. This moment in time is perfect.