Walking on the beach with friends for three miles. Clear skies, sparkling waves, low tide creating deep expanses of sand, warm air, embracing sun. It smells good. It feels good. It moves good. It talks good, it listens good. It is good.
I made lunch and we ate on our new table in our backyard. Suburban utopian dreams? Blessings. Wild-caught salmon, salad, warm rolls, fruit. Iced tea, fresh-squeezed lemonade. I feel very alive, very vibrant, very much of use, when I prepare food for friends or family.
And then we went back again at sunset.