It’s insanely beautiful today. The sky here in Northern California is that almost surreal shade of blue — too bright to be found in nature, almost, and yet too intense to be replicated on canvas. The light is as golden as butter and as sharp as broken glass. The breeze has died down, but before it was making the trees toss their locks like girls primping before the prom. The air is cool and clear and crisp.
Wonderful. Aching, joyful, lovely.
That election thing? Why, that turned out okay, too.