What is a perfect day?

I  imagine everyone would have a different definition of a perfect day.  Mine is one that is singular in its simplicity.

My perfect day started with my hitting EVERY single green light on Vanier Blvd early one morning, on my way to work, with the added benefit of seeing a gorgeous sunrise over the Bathurst Harbour at the same time.  Mind you, had I had MORE red lights, I would have seen even MORE of the sunrise, but I am totally happy with what I did witness.

My perfect day continued as I taught thirteen darling little six and seven year olds, one of whom informed me that the reason their corner made noise during the Four Corners game, were picked and thus eliminated, was NOT because they were noisy, but because HE ...FARTED!  Ah....noise is noise. LOL

Even my doctor telling me I had to lose ten pounds, still didn't dim what continued to be a perfect day, as I picked up Vimy at day care, enjoyed a delicious moose stew for supper with a glass of wine, capping off my day with a three kilometre walk, on a crispy, cool, starry November night.

I marveled at the beautiful lights downtown reflecting off the waters of the harbour, the twinkling stars above me, and the sparkling dew (frost?) on the grass.  My walks are often my best time for reflection.  I realized how fortunate I am to be able to walk the streets of my neighbourhood at 8:00 at night, in darkness, and feel SAFE. At no time did I feel anything but secure.  That feeling lead me to rethink a recent conversation I had had with a lady whom I will call Lily.  Lily is a Brazilian surgeon, born of Japanese parents. She immigrated to the Chaleur area nine years ago.  She told me very candidly, during our Spanish Club meeting, that she has NOT regretted her decision to move here.  Why did she come to Canada?   She immigrated to escape the violence of Brazil, violence in the cities.   She loves this area where she finds people friendly and welcoming.  She is now a surgical assistant  and no longer a practicing surgeon, because of language requirements.  Never mind that she speaks English, Portuguese, Spanish and a bit of French. She gave up everything to come to Canada alone, where she knew no one, in order to make a new life for her herself; to be happy where she feels safe and secure.  SAFETY AND SECURITY!  Imagine!  Those are things we take for granted. How fortunate we are as a country, that we have wonderful people like Lily, who want to make Canada their home. "How perfect", I thought, as Vimy and I wended our way home safely.