A Perfect Day

Waking up naturally with the sun. Feeling fully rested, long, lean. Slow steps towards the kitchen, sunbeams meet her there too. Hands wrapped around a warm glass of lemon water. She makes her way outside wrapped up in a big blanket and silence watching the world wake up. Maybe even drifting back into her dreams.

It’s time to start the day.

The coffee begins to trickle, she finds the raw milk and froths. While it cools, she dances around the kitchen listening to all her favorite songs. One cannot discern what lights up the room, her from the inside out or the sun from the outside in.

It’s off to the studio. Cleaning up from yesterday’s fun, stimulated sip by sip. What will she make today? Not to be decided immediately, she gets lost in the wheel. Thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

Surprised to see the hands at thirty and two, the farmers market finds her next. Fresh picks and a beautiful bouquet to satisfy a small indulgence, her basket is full. Vibrant victoria rhubarb, herbs, ruby raspberries, the perfect white fish on their way home.

In the kitchen again, delightful instruments ignite the space. She prepares for dear friends who are more than family. He waltzes with a crisp Riesling disguised as a taste to pair with the meal. They both know the bottle will be gone before anyone arrives.

Company at the door, candles are lit. Sitting down for the meal, staying for the conversation.

More wine. More laughter. More memories.

The sun has retired.

Curled back up on the front porch, together this time. Swinging reminiscing all the stories, giggly one liners, sweet glances across the table. He moves to pull her closer, realizing space between them doesn’t exist. A chuckle muffled by a kiss meets the top of her head.

It’s time for bed.

Swept off her feet, carried to their room, the evening comes to a perfect close with different fireworks.

A warm slow soft shower and into the sheets for a second time.

Sleep finds her immediately.