Some days are better than others. That is the ultimate truth behind every life, and every day. Even under the most dire of circumstances, some days are simply better than others, and certain days are simply perfect. What do I call a perfect day? Strolling down an old “downtown”, with every business dressed for Halloween as if this day is the most special day of the year. Store fronts decorated with cobwebs and ghouls, Raggedy Ann dolls, and ghosts doling out confections for the little ones, and tables out front filled with bowls of brightly colored candy. Everyone wearing huge smiles, and beautiful grins from ear to ear sharing a moment of agreed delight. Police officers walking the streets that are cornered off from traffic, waiving in sheer joy as they watch the little ones take their buckets from store to store asking for their treat. The weather is unusually sunny and warm for a fall afternoon, as the climate seems to agree with every person’s delight in the spectacle of the day. Neighbors hugging, children finding their school friends, and people walking about with no guard up before them, acknowledging one another with a happiness that is rarely witnessed. The maple trees lining these streets are dressed in their most brilliant colors of red, orange and yellow, as they proudly sit at their post and watch over the festivities, as they count the decades of life they have witnessed. I watched my beautiful grandchildren as they playfully walked along the storefronts, and I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. The air was crisp and clean and a thought snapped in my mind that reminded me of how good it is to be alive. That my friends, is a beautiful day. It’s good to find the beauty in unexpected moments, for that is truly living.