We all have 'em. . .

Once in a while, the perfect Sunday morning!
Mine started last night. Casual dinner with JoAnn; nice restaurant, light background music. Cold beer, delicious salad; yes, dessert too. Awoke shortly after daybreak, fully refreshed, mentally alert . Morning air cool, crisp, clean; sky clear, bright blue. Sunlight beaming! Quick English muffin, hot cup decaf, few minutes on the deck. Then. . .
Into the van, put on some light jazz. Roll along up Pine Street to the highway. Through stretches of green, lush trees canopied over, past open fields of young growing vegetables. Onto interstate 91, no traffic, through downtown Springfield past the Basketball Hall of Fame, skirting the expressive skyline. Slight jog to the right I-391, off at Exit 4, staring across the Pioneer Valley to the ridge running from CT to the South along the Connecticut River North past Mt Tom. Pull up to the building, park, up the elevator to the fourth floor. . .
Step out, quick glance to the left for "The view from the Fourth". The floor is quiet, no fans, temp is perfect, everything in place for todays visitors. To the front/right tables and counters are loaded with of sorts of "things". I'm here - Letterpress Things. . . my nirvana. . . it's all good. What a perfect Sunday morning! JB