perfect days

by walterdoege

I miss the winter season…I long those days of winter feeling…I welcome spring…it can sounds that winter sense is my mistress…together with autumn…another mistress…but spring arrived…even though…yesterday and today are perfect days for me…little cold, rainny, cloudy sky…so good to stay at house…or take a little walk along the village…it may sounds that hot or sunny days are imperfect days for me, but its just a matter of taste…cloudy and rainny days are an invitation for my daily labor of well living…my perception of peace in my soul…my perception that perfect days are not blessings nor imperfect days are punishment…indeed…everyday may be a lovely day…that subtil and tiny perception of the impermanence, but I like autumn and winter season, as children like to play, that inner ever child I’m…we are children that grown up…facing the futures, and playful memoirs…building the present time, and enjoying the gifts…flying through permanence and love. One love.