I'm sitting in a floral dress at an outdoor fish restaurant called "The Place" in Guilford, Connecticut. Today alone I've seen artwork from 1270 CE, read and studied along the sunny shore, stopped to take pictures when the urge hit. I had lunch with two dear ladies I used to work with. I stopped in some favorite shops, enjoying every single second. After I eat my dinner of fresh caught lobster and roasted corn, I'm headed to a free concert within the courtyard at Yale Law School. I'm utterly thrilled to be on vacation. My guy gets in tonight, and I've felt brave and adventurous eating alone and doing my own thing for the past two days.
Packs of people are gathered around bright red tables sitting on tree stumps. A girl behind me is having a birthday dinner with her friends before leaving on a few days out of the country. No one else here is alone, no one else is dressed up, and yet I can't imagine that anyone else is as grateful and excited and delighted to to be here as me. A night of good food and music and vacation after a wonderful day. It sure doesn't get much better than this.