Today I lazed in bed until 11, after staying up until 4am reading. I was awakened by Seamus saying my name through the shutters, so we sat down outside and had an espresso and it was so beautiful we said “Let’s go swimming” so I texted Maria and Brett and we collected Brian and Katie at the school and we walked in a line across the bay, where we were joined by Shaggy and Archie (two of our companion dogs) and saw the flock of ducks sleeping on the water with their heads tucked under their wings, and we all ran into the water and it was freezing but the sun was shockingly hot and I stayed in forever. I walked back with Katie and we saw a bushel of oranges floating on the water next to an old fisherman, and we listened to the wind in the cypresses and I bought fruit and watched the fog roll the cold back into the bay while my hair was still drying saltily from the sea. That was today.
Last night, the soloists had their concert. It was phenomenal, a packed house at the Apothiki gallery. Afterward we went to the pomegranate cafe and I had an espresso after midnight and then couldn’t figure out why I was up at 4am reading.
(If I never again have days where I am awakened by the voices of my friends, slide easily into the morning over coffee and sunshine, then into the day with a walk and a swim, then I want this here so I can read it over and over again and be reminded of just how good things are, sometimes, when they are simple and sunny and real.)