Hedonism is lovely, from time to time.
To wit: our “agenda” yesterday, which consisted of alternating the consumption of wine, cheese, and various local accompaniments (heirloom tomatoes for me, steak for him) with naps and bouts of staring dreamily into space.
As much as I love the city – any city – I was ready to leave it behind yesterday. Ready to drive north into wine country and leave the inherent tensions of so many people sharing so tight a space far behind me, leaking out like sand from a sandbag until emptiness reigned. I was ready to be empty so that I could be full all over again, if that makes sense.
The air smells of eucalyptus here, and last night the sky was filled with stars, and the moon was stark and bright. I slept more deeply than I have in a long, long time.