This is the stuff dreams are made of

So easy, sharing stories. Talk and laughter long into the night. Early morning drives to the river, the ocean. Drinking coffee beachside, waking up to the sunrise. So easy, so natural. Following the moon. Searching for red peppers and Rome apples. Working in the garden under the shade of the oaks. A romaine and crisy tofu salad, three black olives. Anticipating the chant.  Enjoying the unfolding. Who knew it could be so easy?