Simillimama

this, this was the most perfect afternoon. we had no guests; so gideon and i made our way -- slowly, mind you -- to ames' point. with the meager exertion of walking i was toasty in just my t. we passed exactly zero cars. perfect, i tell you. just a degree too warm if it weren't for the slightest, ocean-smelling breeze. it is rare that gideon will even rest his head in the stroller, let alone relax enough to fall asleep, but he did, deeply and quietly. this was my view, on this lovely afternoon, with no sound but the faint wind to bother me.