A perfect summer evening in the north central mountains of Pennsylvania. We rode bikes over 30 miles that afternoon and were simply relaxing by the campfire. We made fresh-from-the field sweet corn and beef tenderloin wrapped in bacon grilled in pie irons over the fire, we had millions of stars, and cold beverages and I even managed to roast a few marshmallows to golden brown toasty sweet perfection. I recognized the moment as perfect and said that I hope that all the women I know, especially my daughter, has an opportunity to experience perfection at some moment in her life and is aware enough to recognize the moment. It would be disappointing to look back on it in a few years and say, “that was a perfect moment… I wish I had enjoyed it more.” My boyfriend and I seem to have a natural rhythm that creates these moments of serenity, peace and perfection. More than once we have both said, “this is as good as it gets.”

A summer evening on the beach with a bonfire and talking with family and friends until the sun rises. Then we jump into the sea. What a night!

Can’t believe the summer is almost over with. Not the best summer but we are recuperating from losses. Family is getting over their problems and we may get rain today and tomorrow while we have very restricted water use and my garden looks like a dried up jungle. So soon we will be bathing in our fall colors. Life is OK and Ok is good.

Online, talking the day and evening away with a very close, loved and treasured friend—talking of all things under the sun, that lovely dance of getting to know another even more, a “twin” in temperament and feeling and then a walk alone to reflect in the gloaming of the beauty of the day and the evanescence of all things.