Practicing clarifying visions of “the perfect day”:

A whole long gray day of rain. The only outside sounds I hear all day: raindrops falling and splashing down on all the surfaces surrounding and protecting me.

Doing nothing but listening to the rain. Feeling the coolness (and the comfort of being under my covers). Smelling fresh wet air.

The only movements I detect out of the corners of my eyes: rain falling. Light and shadows shifting.

Perfect, clean, nourishing rain. Falling on green things. Falling on brown things. Slivering through grey sky. Working their wet ways down to all the seeds I have planted, and many more I have not. Working their ways into root systems. And all I have to do is lie here and listen.

Look at the raindrops streaking down windows. Hundreds of little magnifying circus bubbles to gaze through. Nobody to correct me about bubbles vs droplets.

My own home clean, cozy, organized, and all stocked up for reading.

Lots of leftover Thai and Vietnamese food in the fridge to heat up whenever I want. Yellow curry. Broth and lime and basil. Slippery little noodles that may now be a little sticky. Tofu and peanut gravy. Spicy this and that. Peachy iced tea.

Reading (a) good book(s). Microwaving whatever I want whenever I’m hungry for it. Not seen by anyone. Not talking to anyone. Just the grey and silver blue rain, with maybe an hour or two of golden breaks reflecting and shimmering in puddles cupped by salal leaves. On my protected evergreen property. Expansive gardens. Forested acreage. While I sit in our compound at the safest center of it all or maybe for this one in my very disconnected super-detached concrete block solo safe haven far enough away from our HoverSleigh studios spaceship house that I can’t hear my wife playing her bass and other music, but close enough I can wander over for one meal or more. And she likes it and she loves me and the sky gets darker while the rain keeps falling and we don’t do anything except listen and fall asleep.

Maybe then we wake up in the middle of the night while it’s still raining and go out naked to our hot tub and soak in those hot bubbles while the rain wets the tops of our heads and shoulders. We listen to the rain falling and the spring peepers. We have giant tumblers of icy cucumber water and take great confident comfort in knowing we are living our best life, naked and alone with each other and the frogs, outside in the rain in the middle of the night after a long quiet rainy day.

All our bills are paid. Our land is shielded and protected. Nobody is waiting for a call from either one of us. We are not expected to be anywhere tomorrow or the next day. There is nothing that need doing except rainy day and rainy night living.

All the wonderful seeds are germinating. I know that in the weeks and months to come there will be an abundance of beauty and returns on all my work and investments.

Just one perfect day out of many.