Today was a beautiful Sunday. The sun was out, the air was crisp and chilly, and the birds were singing.
I can't say how many times I've heard it said that one should "take time to smell the roses." I always thought I understood what that phrase meant, but it's been so long since I've put it into practice. As I inhaled the scent of clean spring air and flowers, I had the revelation that this moment was one of the most special simple pleasures I would ever experience. Days like today don't come around very often, and when they do we rarely have time to enjoy them. Sitting on a bench amongst the fresh greenery and fountains, I realized what a gift this was.
Later I fell asleep reading a good book with my window open. The afternoon drifted by so peacefully.
"And God blessed the 7th day and made it holy"....
What a glorious blessing this turned out to be.
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