It starts with sleeping in…coffee in the outdoors, watching the sun-glow brighten the sky…sex…a good breakfast.
It requires good weather. Soft warmth on the skin, but not enough to burn or draw sweat. A cool breeze.
Perfect days mean no obligations…no plans…nowhere to be.
Wandering downtown, or taking in an local event.
Late afternoon in the sun, with a book and a beverage, my feet up and the birds chirping.
A light Mediterranean meal outside with conversation.
Maybe some live music with dancing or outdoor theatre.
Looking up at the stars, watching the satellites circle. The warmth of a crackling campfire.
But always…there is you.
My head on your shoulder, my hand in yours. Curling up beside you as I fall asleep at night.
That’s the thing that quiets my soul. My touchpoint. My foundation. The place I begin and end each day…perfect or not.