A Still Morning

A sweet, clear morning. I woke rested; it sure doesn't always happen, but it's the best way to start the day.
We went to Miller Paint to make the final decision on floor paint, changed our minds, went to a different paint store, re-changed our minds, drove back to Miller, made the purchase, and had a good time together doing it.
In the days when I was single, it was just this kind of outing I missed: having someone to go to the hardware store with; it seemed the epitome of romance. Something ordinary and everyday, and it is.
Many things today felt dear and good, and tender and fleeting, and they are.