I'm picturing two pleasant scenarios at the moment:
The first is the feeling of waking up around 10am on a bright and sunny summer morning with nothing but possibility stretched out ahead of me. I go for an early bike ride and then come home to work on art for awhile and possibily read. At night I go for a long walk with a friend talking about things and we eventually wind up at Perkins and have a conversation. A real conversation where ideas are tossed back and forth, great jokes are thought up, and people get to understand each other.
The second is getting bundled up on a winter day and going sledding for hours with friends. Once we're all really cold and wet, we head back home for hot cocoa and sit in front of a fire shooting the breeze. And nazis.
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