perfect day

I feel like I've escaped into a new, freer world.

Zelia and I start the day with a 6-mile walk, partly along the beach, and partly along empty roads dotted with scenic summer houses. It's so much nicer, and easier, than walking in oppressive city heat, wearing a mask, all while trying to avoid cyclists and runners. Strangers here even smile and say hello (from a safe distance) as we pass them.

It's a perfect, blue-sky day, with a nice breeze. Sitting with people I love, reading a book I adore (Playing Nice by JP Delaney), with feet in the sand and an ocean view.

I get to the beach around 1;  my mom shows up an hour later with some woman in a floppy hat, big dark sunglasses, and a mask. I am sure she is a friend of my mom's that I'm supposed to remember from summers past and don't. When the woman isn't looking, I mouth to my mom, "Do I know her?" Turns out I do; it's Zelia.

The beach is really magnificent. I say hello to old friends I haven't seen since last summer. It's good to be back. And, my mom looks great, and seems genuinely happy that I am finally here. 

I am too.

I leave a little after four, to a view that is never boring, always changing, and grounds me in away that city sidewalks don't.