The Perfect Day

Waking up at my parents house surrounded by a fog so white it feels like sunshine.

Homemade lattes with micro-foam.

Sitting in the garden on chairs that my father painted red, surrounded by sunflowers and other leafy greens, mostly edible.

Helping to build a fence (this appeals to my manly/rustic/get my hands dirty half).

Using a swing. Remember doing the spider? Where two people swing together and become a four legged animal? I can still do this with my four-year old niece. She is that small.

Driving up the coast. To the left there is fog, to the right there is sun. To the left there is ocean, to the right there are mountains. We are driving in the middle of everything.

Stopping the car whenever we want. (Cars are the most luxurious way to get around!) We can stop just too look at the rocks! Or to watch the valleys swim in their tee-shirts. Or for no reason, if we want. We are that free.

Remembering that San Francisco can be welcoming. And that on some evenings, it can be warm enough for an open window.

Watching the Billy Jean video and finding out I have all the right items to make up MJ's outfit.