Do you ever just have one of those rare simple moments…where nothing really is going on…and yet everything really is going on? Just an ordinary moment…where the temperature is 72 degrees and there is a very cool breeze blowing on your skin and the warm sun is shimmering down all over your face and you are wearing an awesome yellow Sarah Utter “Reading is Sexy” t-shirt and your broken pinkie toe barely hurts at all and your writing partner who you just left is fucking hilarious and brilliant and kind and your babies are all beautiful and thriving and exploding like newborn stars in a galaxy of your own making and you are liked and loved by the most extraordinary boy in the world and the most extraordinary friends in the world and OH, MY GOD the color orange and WS Merwin is still alive and dwells on a lovely island in the middle of the blue, blue Pacific and your book is becoming and you had the money to pay for those groceries behind you and the electricity is still turned on in your house and you are afraid of nothing and no one and you exist on this planet at the same time as Liza Minnelli and you peed asparagus pee first thing this morning and it smelled heavenly and you are just sitting all alone in the parking lot of a Sprouts grocery store in gorgeous La Canada, California listening to NPR on the car radio and drinking a bottle of delicious, ice cold Kombucha and getting ready to drive home where your tiny chihuahua babies are waiting to swarm all around you seeking love in a great flurry of activity and you are going to pick each one of them up in turn and kith them right on their tiny baby lipth…and you realize in this exact, seemingly ordinary moment — THAT LIFE IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.