Simple-Perfect

Yesterday afternoon, I found myself walking through a neighborhood just off Helena Avenue.  The weather, by midafternoon, had turned decidedly pleasant.  Sunshine brushed bright ribbons between the homes and across the walks of the city street.  The sky shone entirely blue save a small sculpture of clouds drifting high over the cradle of mountains nearby, but the air on the street remained perfectly quiet and warm.  As I walked the sidewalk, I could hear the cheery voices of small children at play in a nearby yard.  “This,” I thought, “is simple-perfect.”

--Mitchell Hegman