Nice stuff

We have two lives or so I think anyway.  One is the led life; that day to day grind and mix of pleasures and pains, yin and yangs.  The other is the one in our heads; equally mixed of course with primal screams in the car, sighs, and remembrances and daydreams.

The morning feels perfect to the touch, breeze barely stirring, birds doing their thing and some quiet time.  Was visiting a while ago this morning with a friend who was planning a small brunch, crepes, fresh fruit and mimosas. One card table to hold everything and a nice setting to walk around, down to the beach to hear the lap lap of the smallest waves, and just a few chairs so to force folks to stand and mingle and not just glomp onto a chair and become a statue.

My friend was all dithery about what music to play inside so it would spill outdoors.  We mentioned that nature was doing pretty well on its own and didn't need much help.

We daydream about such things as a leisurely brunch, 'swells' in Gatsby-white garden attire, croquet on the front lawn, pleasant chitchat that doesn't tax the mind.... It is a nice idea but we'd much rather just take a minute on this gorgeous Sunday morning and go out, sit down with coffee and let it all just overwhelm us.

Noted, thought about and observed.