Tomorrow

I don't remember finding the bottle.   I can't remember rubbing it, or seeing a genie rise up out of it.  I don't recollect telling that genie all my dearest wishes, but I must have done that!

Days, hours, minutes, could not become any more perfect than they were today.

I began my day reading in a summer breeze by the most picturesque river you can imagine.

Follow that up with a walk along another river flanked by hyacinths, heroic old pine trees, beautiful birds and a frolicking dog.

Add my first glimpse of Jame's Agee's manuscripts in his own handwriting followed by a little girl who shared her hula hoop with me and spending time with my best friend in the whole world and that was not the end!

I sat listening to a private concert by a musician who sang just to me before a gourmet dinner complete with wine and now I am writing my thots before crawling under the covers to go to sleep.

I wonder what tomorrow could possibly bring?  I won't even try to guess, because I never could have imagined this one!