It was a perfect summer day in Fairhaven, not too hot, not too ANYTHING, just plain pristine and wonderful. BLue sky, green trees, those thick dense summer shadows on the ground, sapphire seas and clear views of mountains from here to Canada. Beautiful. (Did I happen to mention that I love living in this place...?) Had German pancakes (you uncouth American types insist on calling them crepes, but them's true pancakes, I promise you!) with fruit for breakfast at an oceanfront cafe, had coffee in the bookshop cafe, found out they sold at least one or two more copies of "jin shei" according to what's out there on display, bought a Bellingham baseball cap featuring its precise geographical latitude-and-longitude location to give to my middle niece when I go back home to Yugoslavia in a week or so, generally had a wonderful time.
Back home, all windows and doors open, bright sunshine outside dappling in the trees, a rich green smell of forest drifting in through my living room sliding doors, and just... being happy. Life is good.