Perfect

This past weekend? The cabin, friends, dogs, a boat ride on the Colorado river, crab meat and spinach omelettes, champagne, swimming, visiting with the best of neighbors, baby pools, nature-watching, sleeping late, and Scrabble.  What more could I possibly ask for?  As it turned out, there was an answer to that question I asked myself, as contented and happy as I was when I asked it.  That answer:  Fireflies. (Seriously, fireflies!  When was the last time you saw a field of fireflies?) Gazing into the darkness, we saw one.  And then another.  And then it was all There's one, there's one, there's one, there's one!  And for a brief moment, I was six years old again, filled with wonder and excitement, chasing fireflies through the music of a hot summer night. 







That picture of me driving the boat?  That's my boat-driving face.  I'm happy, oh so happy, in this photo.  The Colorado River was green and the afternoon sun was setting.  With each bend in the river, the boat would slice through cool pockets of air and long shadows stretching from the trees on the river banks.  I know this river like the back of my hand and it was wonderful to be on its waters again.



And then of course the drive home...