The Magic of Acorns

a) I have a headache.
b) I ate two scoops of ice cream yesterday.
c) The two are not related.
d) It's windy like I've rarely seen in the city, and it's kicking up a bunch of acorns and a wonderful smell.

Night ride in the park with my boys. That Halloween smell swirling around us. Our bikes buffeted by the wind. Laughing as we try to avoid crashing into each other. Everyone wearing helmets. These boys are so cute, they even look cute in helmets, I think, as I watch them swoop by in a wavering line. Pedals flashing.

Some nights I just think I have the very best life.

One of the younger ones might possibly have a little crush on me. One can only hope. He's the cutest of them.

I come home and the cat is perched on the back of the couch, looking happy to see me. She quickly moves to my lap, and then the floor, where she lies on her back, wriggling her tummy in the air, unmistakable cat-lingo for "Hello, I love you."

One of the boys tells me the Brooklyn Bridge is silent at midnight, and a good place for a date. I wonder, I really wonder, if he's suggesting something. He is really just so cute.

I haven't solved anything, and I don't know how to make money or what to do with the remainder of my life, but at this moment I feel so alive that I don't care.