Leisure, Luxury, Creation

If every day could be day of leisure, luxury, creation, exploration, and freedom it would be a day like yesterday.

Much needed rest until 10:30 am or so, buttermilk pancakes cooked in bacon fat from homemade bacon, vanilla-sugar-tossed farmers market strawberries and basil. Eat, lounge, luxuriate in the food, sensation, the designer white. 

Moss Beach. Ocean waves, fog dance with sunbeams, undersea vestiges, sand-crystalized treasured tumbled over the rocks and shore for us to explore and touch and smell and capture in photographs. Whiskey and paint and discovering hidden spots on hillsides protected by trees to rest, play, create.

Back to the glittering world of Friday-night San Francisco North Beach, drink, and hot ramen steaming into cool night outside. Neon lights and sparkling-lashed girls. Curiosity pulling us out of comfort zones and devilishly delivering deliciousness. The right kind of nourishment to keep up with the vivacity of the night.

Home. White sheets. Settled after high-strung satisfaction, but never leaving that feeling of close to heart because of the company. Just husband and I. Falling asleep to a day so delicious it dangerously tempts more, and Donnie Darko flickering on the screen all piano notes and tricks of sunlight and so comfortingly disturbing it makes me wish I had the power to escape the world by way of daylight hallucinations.