It was the perfect day, probably one of the last of my very own.  Sitting outside of Drip Coffee shop, I enjoyed a nutella dripoccino to the continual chatter from the street and the occasional familiar word in Japanese being practiced by the unusual pair of friends beside me.  I closed my laptop, deciding I had done enough editing for the day.  Walking over to the quaint bookstore on the corner, I slipped 50 cents under the door for an old copy of Sense and Sensibility.  The sun was shining, bright and warm.  I knew I wanted to be outside a little longer, to enjoy every minute under the golden rays.  Heading to my favorite neighborhood park and old running trail, I picked a bench on top of the hill overlooking a field of purple and yellow wildflowers.  A ladybug landed on the pages of my book for a rest before flying away.  A bird sang a happy song as he glided over the rolling hills.  With Audrey nestled deep inside my belly, I enjoyed the last remnants of a perfect day, a day all my own.