What a gorgeous day. So much blue. The serenity of sunshine and the blue sea. It makes you want to live forever. How good is that? Wouldn't you want that all the time? Whoever said a diet of cake would get boring, got it all wrong and clearly never got to see Melbourne on a perfect sunny day. Blue for as far as the eye can see, with just a hint of Simpson's Clouds in the very distance. I just want to dive into that picture and feel it wash all over my skin. It is perfection.

Almost as perfect as a cup of coffee first thing in the morning. Or your boyfriend's smile last thing at night as you switch off the light. Almost as perfect as a country drive on a long and winding road. Or the taste of freshly baked puff pastry not long out of the oven. Almost as perfect as a blanket on the couch with a new short story by your favourite author. Or the cool breeze on your face on a hot day. Almost as perfect as discovering that secret garden hiding in plain sight. Or your dog looking up at you with loving eyes when it is just you and he going for a walk.