Every so often, there is a perfect day. A day when maybe your plans do not go as you had thought, but you later look back and say "I didn't even know I wanted to do that, but now I know that's EXACTLY what I wanted to do!" Today was one of those days.
I was supposed to go kayaking with a friend of mine. But he hurt himself earlier in the week and was unable to manage kayaking. We were supposed to meet here, where I live, but we decided I would go to his town to save him the drive. We were supposed to have a really active day.
Instead, we drove to a lake near his house and spent the day floating on rafts, looking at pictures in the clouds, seeing if the dragonflies would land on our toes, and drifting off both figuratively and literally.
We were supposed to go to a cafe and eat gourmet food while listening to a folk band. Instead, we ate hotdogs at a picnic table with his next door neighbors. And as we finished the day with ice cream and cake, I gave the Red Sox cap I had brought up for my friend to his next door neighbor who had just turned 7.
And as I was driving home, I thought of how lucky I was to experience this wonderful, perfect summer day.