The most fantastic beautiful thing happened over the weekend. The cherry trees that line the circle in front of Eliot blossomed into this absolutely glorious white cloudy flowered fluffy sweet smelling softly raining down blooms onto you when you walk through. I am so happy.

"I want to do to you what spring does to cherry trees" by my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda.

And I would. I am pleased. I'm tired, but I'm wearing my glasses, so I think that might be part of it as well. They don't focus the same as my contacts do, so the world is just thisfar from normal.

And the beach. I really cannot describe the stars. It felt like forever, like beautiful, like something sacred and expansive and safe and full of danger and promise. It was overwhelming, truly. Sometimes things feel like hope. And that's really all I want.

That said, I think a shower and a nap before watching Jack Bauer be a man would be a fabulous thing. Maybe cake baking. The peace that comes with the sweet smell of yummy things. I've been told I smell like cinnamon and cookies- yesterday afternoon, Gm and I laid out in the sun on the rugby field and when we came back in, I smelled like chocolate. We decided the sun must have been like baking and all the - yeah, this is a stupid story. It made me smile.