My Dream Day

What would you do if you had a dream day? In no particular order, I would: walk on the beach of Sea Island, Georgia with my kids the first low tide after a harvest moon, ride in a hot air balloon, walk in an apple orchard in bloom, and float on a giant air mattress on a still lake or lagoon. I would eat tuna sashimi, fish tacos, lemon meringue pie, apricots, and kettle corn. I would walk barfooted on soft grass, have a hot stone massage and pedicure, lay out on the beach, eat fresh raspberries and tomatoes still hot from the vine, go to the Geddy museum, catch some frogs, finger paint with some four-year-olds, ride a Ferris wheel, and cross country ski across a quiet, flat field. I would read Dandilion Wine, Wuthering Heights, Eight Cousins, These is My Words, and We The Living. I would sit in the celestial room of any temple with my husband. On my best day I would visit tidepools. I would watch Lawrence of Arabia, Notorious, Footloose, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, and Empire of the Sun. I would perform with Ester Williams in a water ballet. I would wear a full lenth, bias cut, silk dress in the palest pink. I would call everyone "Darling". The sound track for my dream day would include Tiako drumming, flamenco music, and fiddle music that wailed like the wind torn sobs of a sea widow. Amy Lavere and AlexCuba would play a concert just for me. I would dance to Samba music and tango with some heart stoppingly handsom Argentine. I would also include the sound of rustling aspen leaves in my sound track. I would sleep out under a dizzy, starry sky. I would watch fireflies. I would sit by an open fire. I would hold a purring cat and a sleeping baby. And on my dream day, Doris Day would take me on a wacky, dreamy, romantic adventure which would include riding scooters around a European city.