beautiful day

the way i start my day usually sets the tone for what's to come.

as much as i'd like to believe that i'll eventually shake off the morning's sluggishness, actually the torpor follows me around like a too-heavy jacket.

but today... ah today!
not grey and slushy; but crisply breezy, with a tangy, about-to-rain whiff of wetness.

and a breakfast date at Barista.

sparkling, fizzing and totally desultory conversation. extra hot, extra sweet espresso. and a short walk to see swollen monsoon waves crashing on giant, black rocks; so close we could feel the spray.

how can the rest of the day not be perfect?

but even if it isn't, who cares anyway?

it's a beautiful day.