a long day at the lake with lovely friends and food
braiding someone’s shiny hair
swimming in cold fresh water
the sun never really going down
a good old movie, Funny Face with Audrey and Fred
the first part of a poem by Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road”:
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.