August 29th, 1981

Sitting on the patio: dusk and cool breezes sleepily stirring through the effusion of flowers surrounding me. Sunburn and a lazy sultry saxophone moaning jazzy sounds from over the fence. All of us sailing on the bay today; the day imprinted in my brain as this summer’s snapshot– hand tinted deep blues, Wendy stretched flat sunning on the bow– John squinted under his captains cap– me lying with my head in David’s lap– looking up through glinting sun into a perfect face, perfect peace– the moment held, etched, preserved. Carried back to the patio now– a treasured snapshot of a perfect day when all of us were young and beautiful and in love and I sat on the patio at dusk listening to hot jazzy sax and cool tinkling piano and David eats watermelon in the kitchen and joy surges gracefully through me like a sailboat glistening across the bay.