new day

It's a little after 8:30. And it's been a splendid day.

Maybe it was the lie in until 7:15;
Maybe it was the walk with the dogs in the warmth of a bright summer morning;
Maybe it was getting a load of things done by working at home for 4 hrs;
Maybe it was the cycle and train ride into Edinburgh;
Maybe it was the comedy text messages exchanged with some friends;
Maybe it was getting more stuff done at the office;
Maybe it was the sun-drenched cycle home with the whisper of a tail-wind;
Maybe it was the dinner eaten as a family, made by my beautiful wife;
Maybe it was the trip to the park to walk the dogs and have a run around with the weeWeir;
Maybe it was watering the garden;
Maybe it was picking out a few books to think about reading next.

Maybe it was all of this.

Maybe it's been such a splendid day as I'm stuck by the newness of love and life that is especially evident on a day such as this.

Maybe it's because every breath is mercy.