Sitting . . . on a sunny dock overlooking blue water and perfect sky.
Drinking . . . coffee. Strong and black in the early morning light.
Enjoying . . . warm sand on my toes and the company of life-long friends.
Hearing . . . happy squeals from children on the beach nearby. The clanging of sailboats in the harbor. Waves kissing the shore.
Talking . . . about washing machines the way we used to talk about boys.
Feeling . . . thankful . . . for friendships that have lasted long despite miles and experiences and paths unlikely.
Realizing . . . that life, maturity, and experience really do bring joy.
Wondering . . . why it has taken us 30 years to make this happen.