What this day had:
Swooping clouds of mist and fog draping over the islands in the harbor
The four-mast schooner Maggie Todd at full sail coming into port, flags out straight in the wind
A big cone of coconut ice cream
A mile of walking the shore path in the summer sun
Sitting on a warm rock, absently nibbling on seaweed
Pirate themed mini golf, made more amusing by a four-year-old
Blackberries growing wild by the roadside, so heavy they pulled down to the ground, perfect, fat, sweet and ripe
A sunset of glowing citrus colored clouds
Fresh garden tomatoes, sweet with summer sunshine, in a sandwich with crisp bacon
Icy cold cucumbers drenched in red pepper rice vinegar
The scent of salt wind in my hair and curls tangled and frizzy with sea air
What this day was missing:
You