The sky was utterly cloudless until a little before two. I felt like a sunflower, intuitively, unconsciously being drawn to the warmth and brilliant light of the sun. There was zero rain in the forecast. I seized the day. Carpe diem. I seized the moment. Carpe momentum. I was in my element. I fled Stonington Village and landed in one of my many happy places in Mystic: Sift Bakery. The warmth on my back was a tender caress from the sun goddess I wanted to hang out with, anticipating the darker, colder, shorter daylight hours ahead as November drew near.
My perfect day was not a myth or a fairy tale or a denial of the real world’s problems; I was simply minding my own business, having a quiet day off, feeling intensely happy as I was a free spirit able to follow my bliss, focusing on my blessings. Being in a mild trance, free from active engagement with others, I felt I was crossing a bridge into having the entire day become a meditation.
Because it was a weekday, it wasn’t crowded in the places I chose to spend time. An adorable couple in their mid-80s sat next to my table enjoying some pastries and coffee in the sunlit cul-de-sac corner of the patio. They met in college and have been inseparable ever since. Even though Ben’s wife is hard of hearing, when he told me her smile brought him all his knowledge of personal happiness, she flashed a loving, caring, understanding smile with sparkling eyes that spoke volumes. Ben, a retired college professor, and I carried on about my love for Aristotle. Ben loves to relate to others, and I felt it.