Yesterday was close to a perfect day.
I woke up from a heavy sleep feeling both refreshed and ready for the challenges ahead.
Breakfast was light but filling. The newspaper had not been delivered, and with no television or radio, bad news didn’t bother me.
I decided to walk rather than drive, which was the right idea. I took in the beauty of the morning and ate some wild berries by the lake, not wanting to seek out anything more complicated.
The return walk home was just as invigorating.
Yesterday I was the last person alive and it was beautiful.