All my life I’ve yearned to feel safe and at ease. The last few days have been kinda magical..

John is cooking on the barbecue. my folks flew here to help us get settled into the new house. A couple good friends came by for dinner. Everyone is lounged around the table laughing under an oversized umbrella as twilight rolls in. My German Shepherd ecstatically weaves between the children as they zoom their bikes about the yard. They scamper over to the garden, all winded giggled, to pick blueberries and figs.

Ever since I was a kid it’s been a surreal, dark comedy kind of existence (good for indie flics, less fun to live),
but I’ve dreamed about this simplistic, safe, happy, wholesome moment all of my life.