Magical Morning

Unusual number of seagulls just outside my window at first light, I lay listening to them and watching the sky get lighter with my ripping good yarn in my lap. I made coffee and dragged my duvet onto the chaise longue on the deck and hovered in bliss with the birds, and the mountain, the smell of the water and the racket of the garbage truck.

Every now and then I get a notion to just drive off with a sleeping bag in the back of my truck and a hypothetical shaggy dog for company. I would go north where rain is abundant, and a hot shower would be luxury beyond imagining.