A Warm Day

June 16, 2003

Finally, a nice, sunny, warm, and beautiful day. A crystal clear picnic kind of day. A day for rag tops and tube tops. Pony tails and painted toes. Pluck me out of this life I've made, and we'll find us a place in the sun. Slip off your flip flops as we drive along the gravel road. Put your feet on the dash. Leave toe prints on the windshield so we can laugh and remember later. We'll walk over that gentle hill and lie down in the overgrown grass and clover. Pull away the cellophane, open the Tupperware. You can tune in your favorite song on that little radio while I apologize to all the ants I made dance under the magnifying glass so many years ago. Sorry, guys, I was just a kid.

That song will wash in through the white noise and crackles, all tinny and distant, like it's just now arriving from light-years away. We'll sing along. Hum the parts we don't remember. Fall asleep. Dream that we're exactly where we are.

Because nowhere else is better.