Yesterday was a most marvelous day.

Lunch beneath a grand old chandelier at a diner that’s half antique shop, with black and white checkered floors.

Driving along the curves of a gleaming river.

Hours of conversation with a philosopher friend.

Walking across a low tide beach, the wet sand speckled with clam dimples, amused by the little puffs of air, now here now there now over there.

Dinner at a new discovery, the food so delicious we couldn’t help but moan with pleasure throughout the meal.

Falling asleep to the sound of the ocean.

There are days that sparkle and this was one of them.