...If I had a day that I could give you/I’d give to you a day just like today....
He calls me from the beach to gloat, because I love the beach and he does not, but the weather is not bad here, so his Schadenfreude is mitigated by my lack of gloom.
Silky fog wraps the neighborhood, until golden glow beams through to kiss sun starved skin. I still have not officially resigned myself to wearing socks for the season.
The porch is warm and bright. I spend two hours in a row outdoors, for the first time in three months.
It’s faint, but I have a tan line from my v-neck sweater.
Life is good, oh yes.
(Sunshine On My Shoulders; John Denver)