A breath of perfect air.

Having been part of a large family is a different experience, but, not all of my childhood was memorable, only because of that. There are certain memories in our life that have no association with who else was around you. They are just memories that are crystal clear in our mind as the moment that they happened. You don't just remember a part of the event, but, you remember every sound, every smell and feeling surrounding you.

This is what I am sharing today, a moment of perfection.  I got up one summer morning to a beautiful sunny day. I sat down at our kitchen table, a large table my Dad had made to seat our bunch of kids. It was crafted by laying tiles on a sheet of plywood, edging it with a chrome trim, and installing metal legs at each corner. We used it for many years, until it too became too small.

As I sat down for breakfast, usually cold cereal with milk and sugar, I became aware of being in a perfect moment. I could see the fields south of our house though the porch door. The breeze was making waves in the grain field. What a beautiful sight, the wind washing over the field.

The same breeze came through the porch door, gently crossing the kitchen and going out the back door. As it passed through the screen door, it made a sound, a heavenly sound, very hard to describe, unless you have heard it also.  The closest thing in nature is the wind in the branches of a pine forest.

At the same time, the temperature was perfect. It was not so warm as to make you sweat, but, not so cold that you couldn't wear shorts. That was our standard summer apparel, shorts, a t-shirt, and bare feet.

Whenever I need a moment of peace, I bring back my memory of that day. It was over 40 years ago, but, I have enjoy it for a lifetime. I hope you have moments of perfection in your life also. Try not to forget them.