Some days are simply perfect.
Some days are filled with just enough of the adventure of the new and the comfort of the known to keep your eyes open but your spirit relaxed.
Such days are filled with napping and affection.
Such days have just enough hint of gray
that we appreciate the smiles that follow.
Some days are filled with friends and family, smiles and conversation, and the comfort of knowing that you belong just where you are.
These days have a hint of belle epoque and impressionism.
And they smell like dogs.
