Interlude

Yesterday I drove back from a visit to my parents' house with a sleeping Squid in the back of my car. The bay was a perfect deep blue and jade, full of little wavelets shining in the sun. I was singing along with the radio, despite my lingering post-cold rasp. My brother is coming home in two weeks, and I was thinking about how good it will be to see him again. I was perfectly happy for about half a shining hour, which is worth saying, because I live a lot of my life in contentment, but perfect happiness is rare.