That sort of day

It was the most beautiful day.  Sunny, clear blue sky and not a breeze.
Oh, and 17', which is amazing for the last day of winter.

So everybody was out and about, including Jenny and her son, who were at the table next to me in the coffee shop, having a natter.
Jenny teaches where I do, but is on leave at the moment. She'd gone for a three hour bush walk this morning and was full of talk about luminous wattle blossoms in the early morning light.  She looked pretty luminous herself, I thought.

A quick snap and she didn't feel a thing.