pieces of life

sometimes in may

i want to live in southern california and wake up every morning with the sun bursting through my window while california birds sing their morning songs. i want to go kayaking and skiing and sit in cafes, sometimes for 3 or 4 hours just talking to a few close friends about things that matter (and some things that don’t.) i want to sit in lounge chairs with my family, overlooking the setting sun painting the Western sky various shades of purple and orange while the green grass caresses my feet and a cold beverage sits my hand. i want to have worked that day, but not retail work or 9-to-5 office work; i want to have created something of value with a team of people whose passion is to take specific steps in a specific direction for the good of the community. i want to look at the clock and be amazed that the day is over already because it felt like just an hour ago i was reading the morning paper over a freshly-baked blueberry muffin. and when i lay my tired head down on my soft pillow at the end of this glorious weekday, i want to be filled with a sense of gratitude for the day behind me, a sense of hope for the day ahead of me, and a sense of wonder that these things are even possible.