Cool, breezy morning

What a perfect morning to take my dog for his run.  It's 54 and breezy, leaves littered the streets.  It was dark and cloudy.  The smell of fall was in the air.  A perfect morning.  The kind of morning that made it impossible for me to not dream about home,...................and sitting at the kitchen table in a warm, quiet South Buffalo house, the house mostly dark except for the light above the kitchen table, eating breakfast, sipping coffee and talking life and love with my love and best friend, both of us dreading the moment that we will be forced to tear ourselves apart and head for work, and looking forward to the moment when we are reunited at the end of the afternoon.  Could life be any better or heartwarming?  I can dream, can't I?  I know, I know, talk is cheap, but I will never stop dreaming and hoping.