I don’t think that I could conjure up a finer day in my imagination, even if I tried. Truly beautiful. One of those days that makes you oh-so-thankful to be alive. Hot coffee on a cool morning in the crisp, clean air. A good, long ride that makes me grateful for a nice bicycle and a strong body. Surprising my son with breakfast that is “that omelette thing that isn’t an omelette”. (It’s a torta.) An afternoon spent reading tranquilly in the sunshine, not too hot, not too cold. Great music playing in the background. Everything from Fleetwood Mac to Louis Armstrong. Homemade marrow broth slowly simmering on the stove. The glorious ache of tired muscles, sore and worn out from using them in a myriad of ways in the past few days. The promise of a long soak in a hot bath, filled with muscle-soothing Epsom salts and scented with eucalyptus. A good glass of red wine.
Simplicity is best. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. These are the days that I hope to remember when I am an old woman, if I’m so lucky to live so long.
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