It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life. – P.D. James
My initial thought to this quote was that those days never actually occur and they are simply memories that come from fragments of other memories pieced together. But as I thought more about it, I realize those “perfect English autumnal days” really do exist. They exist when we let the beauty envelop us and push away the ugly. Those perfect English autumnal days did actually occur in life, but simultaneously it’s possible a harsh word slashed that beauty away for a bit of that morning or afternoon making that perfect day slightly imperfect. But the way my mind works is that I tend to remember the wonderful things separately from the terrible things, making a peaceful, joyous walk through arches of trees a distinctly separate experience from that same day needing to take a foreboding test. So then, when I look back a year later, I don’t remember that test at all! It was a test to be forgotten, but I do remember that breathtaking stroll with Heavenly Father. I remember t...