Yesterday when I was driving home from work I came across a perfect moment. The weather/atmosphere was spring and cloudy, and under the clouds it was clear. I was driving between two beautiful lakes that were reflecting the sky. The mountains in the distance were beautiful and snow-covered. There were horses in the pasture. The crops are starting to grow. The breeze was warm but not too warm. The trees are lacy with pale leaves.
It was a wondrous few minutes. I thought how I would like to have a lot of days/moments like that, but then I realized that the moment wouldn't be so good if there were many of them. I guess I can handle only a little bit of perfection at one time.