I defer to the prior notions of Robert Frost. He did have a point. After all, what is so rare as a day in June ?

This particular month, however, October has been as heavenly as Heaven gets… I am compelled to surmise.

I sit here at the writer’s perch and luxuriate in all that is perfect. The temperature, the grass still glowing green, Bass jumping in the pond, leaves just starting to turn and two gorgeous horses just galloped by.

Adding to the perfection is the stillness. Other than those hoof beats, I’ve barely heard anything, thanks to the tranquility that reigns the day.

Indeed, what is so rare as a day in October ? Now, if ever, come perfect days.