Rear Window

Will and I just got back from taking the dogs to the beach for sunset. We took a nice bottle of Gewurztraminer with us to witness the plunge of the gaseous ball that gives us life. We toasted to our life together, to our future together (despite a horrendous fight that we had last week that left me feeling rather broken for a few days), and to our gratitude in finding one another. We toasted to our dogs that were running all over the place eating every piece of shit that they could find.

We sat on a blanket in the sand and watched as the sun sank lower in the sky and turned from yellow and gold to orange, then magenta and then into the colors of memory. We watched squadrons of Pelicans flying in formation over the tumbling Pacific. We watched as Sandpipers ran here and there and everywhere on what seemed to be toothpicks for legs. We sat and watched a seal bob her head in and out of the water as she watched us.

It was a really lovely, incredible evening. The mountains served as a silhouette, that seemed more like a cardboard cutout against the darkening sky, with the palm trees petting a slight breeze while we headed home.

As we entered our condo complex feeling at peace in our Sunday evening, we passed a neighbor's place and as a bathroom window was open, we were lucky enough to be given something a little extra to make this evening complete. We witnessed the baby-sitter sitting on the can, leaning over wiping her ass.

So I ask you, does it get much better than this? I don't think so.