Perfect Sunday

I couldn't ask for a more perfect Sunday. An excellent weather for a morning ride. Then the perfect storm to snuggle in bed. And like the day before, the rain retreated come evening, leaving behind a trail of wet debris but cool air. Lovely.


No words could describe how gorgeous the scene was. The fields were shimmering under the flood of soft golden sunlight that illuminated the entire area.


I often marvel at how taking a few steps forward or backwards or shifting one's position, could give a different kind of pleasure simply from seeing things from another angle. The most inanimate things can lend aesthetic pleasure if one can appreciate them.


Three lines across


Beauty from ground to top


Reflections after downpour


A street lamp and its tree pal stand against the last light