Grapes

Today was genuinely one of the best days of my life.

I woke up and there existed no hurry to make a grand exit out of my bed. Twisting through thick covers and hearing the sound of my dog snooze just as gracefully beside me, we spent time in the mid-morning fog that you feel especially present on Thursdays. When all drowsiness subsided, I took a very long walk around town. I've been enjoying leaving the house first thing in the morning, rather than shimmying into household routine (or worse, technology). This gives me an inside scoop on how every other human is spending their mornings (I love this because I am nosy). Two things that I noticed while on the walk was that there are grapes growing in the park and that the most beautiful way to see my neighborhood is when she is freshly covered in a post-rain blanket. 

When I arrived back home, I did a sun salutation yoga flow and worked out. For people like me, always in the clouds, remembering that I have feet and a body that I should hang out in sometimes makes yogic practices an ally of mine. My breakfast was wonderful and I took many deep breaths before consuming it. I sort of just danced through the remainder of my morning. Listened to a video my dear friend sent me while showering, dolled up my face and made a video, myself. I felt smiley and light-hearted. Untouchable. My housemate and I laughed in the kitchen and I've noticed that the kitchen has acted as a kind of black hole for us recently. If we find ourselves in the kitchen at the same time, we fall into long conversations and forget what we are doing (It is secretly my favorite thing). The first time we ever did this, ee were sharing stories of how awful it is to get too stoned. I think I'll remember these conversations forever and hold them in specially marked file cabinets in my heart. 

My walk to work was sublime. I listened to my favorite song by: Phantogram and I felt like I was the subject of their music video. How nice it is to feel like the muse of your own favorite song. Work was especially sweet today. My coworkers are so witty and flexible. So generous and interesting to me. Each of them has their own story and I feel so lucky to catch chapters here and there. One of them is SO special. When they are in the room, it feels like the sun just walked in. They sing in a choir and love tie dye. My other coworker is very kind and easy-going. They have a cool mustache and used to live in Salt Lake City. The three of us listened to Heart and 70s funk and I forgot I was even working. My most notable customers were two ladies, one with pink hair, one with dark blue. They got tipsy and kept telling us how good the food tasted. They must've called me "sweet" four or five times in the span of an hour. I just feel like they were the kind of friends that have been friends for so long that there is no sweat about hanging out. There was so much comfort radiating off of them. I wanted in on the little world they shared. The infinite knowledge they must hold together.

Finally, I floated home. I love how late in the day the sun sets here. The days stretch out like a cat on a warm front porch. My sister and I chatted on the phone for a while and she thrifted twenty-four cds today. She was ecstatic. I wish my sister knew how much I love her. I wish I showed it to its utmost degree. She is going to be this incredible walking spectacle. Already, she's a true artist and she might not even know it. When I was her age, life felt so particular and raw. So jagged and true. It was cinematic and heartbreaking. Talking to her tonight made me reminisce on those times. Maybe I'll look back on this time in my life with that same heart. 

Don't let the perfect days pass you by. When they tap on your shoulder, braid your hair, and put glimmer in every set of eyes you meet, say Thank You. The incentive for them to reappear multiplies when you pause to thank them. 

Now I am laying here. Unable to halt my typing because once this post ends, once I lay down to sleep, my perfect day will just just another page in the book I'll write one day. I'll stop at nothing to prolong a goodbye. 

But ending it with a Thank You feels appropriate. 

Thank you.