On a perfect day
I ate lunch outdoors today on a glorious Florida afternoon with a bright sun tempered by a breeze that flipped the pages of the novel I was reading. Our state is known for brutal summers when both the temperature and the humidity are in the 90s and being outdoors is a battle against dehydration, but today is a perfect Sunshine State day. When I left for work this morning, the blooming pink azaleas in our garden were another sign that winter is on its wane.
As I returned to work, I recalled the words of a short Robert Browning poem titled Pippa Passes:
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven -
All’s right with the world!
The beautiful days that God creates indeed remind the He is in His Heaven and that all’s right with the world. I will enjoy every minute of this perfect Florida day.
