It’s an amazing day out… the kind of day that makes me remember being a kid at my grandmother’s and how I would wake up early to the sound of the foghorn and the sun burning away the overnight fog and the grass is still wet and the smell of earth is everywhere and you barely want to take the time to eat breakfast because outside is calling there were slugs to be caught and wood to whittle and rocks to skip and forest paths to explore and beach to leave footprints on and cold water to run screaming from and oh how I miss that time and my grandparents and molasses cookies and strawberries and cream and a time when I didn’t know any better but to just play and laugh and enjoy being alive without even thinking about why.