I sat outside in the garden tonight, watching the sky darken, slapping away mosquitos and sipping on a gin and melon liquor martini.
It was warm but not hot. The neighbors behind were having another party judging by the music filtering over the hedge, and I felt as deliciously mellow as I have felt all weekend.
The sustained sense of well-being seems unusually remarkable. Work beckons tomorrow, and who knows what that will bring, but right now all I am feeling is that it is the end of a perfect day! If all my days could be like this, I would be living in paradise indeed. Perhaps I am closer there than I imagine already.
All of these feelings come with age and experience. I would not go back for anything!