Perfection

Ice cold beer and Tom Petty's Walls. Savoring the cold liquid trickle down the throat while listening to Tom Petty tell you that "Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks".

Laughing so hard over silly jokes with friends that you get an ache in your side. Then looking at each of their faces and feeling a love so profound, so fierce, that you know you would rather give up your life than lose the friend.

Saying sorry even when you know you are right. Because ego melts away in the face of love so strong.

Riding in the rain, feeling not cold or wet, only the rain on your face and more free than you have in years. Riding in the rain with no looking back.

The morning after...still feeling loved and cherished.

Reading Toni Morrison's Beloved. Re-reading passages because they are so beautifully written, unable to read ahead until you have savored each precious word a 100 times as it lilts off the page.

The first kiss, awkward, hands dont know what to do, eyes half shut, heart beating wildly. Beautiful with promise.

For the first time, not worrying about finger positions or the complexity of notes, but playing Beethovan's Moonlight Sonata on the piano and getting absorbed in a music so powerful that you fear nothing else will ever compare. And nothing else ever will.

Sitting with a man, having the best conversation you have had in a long long time, thoughts, opinions, secrets flowing back and forth. Laughing. Realising. Knowing that you'll never be as attracted to anyone as you are to this man who matches you sentence for sentence with a twinkle in his eye.

Achieving everything you have ever wanted and then giving it up for the freedom you truly desire.

Spending time with your partner, an intimacy so deep that words seem superflous, a silence so comfortable it lulls you, a peace so profound it moves you to tears.

Sitting on a hot hot day, drinking an ice cold beer.

Sometimes perfection is as simple as an ice cold beer.