This good day was prefaced by a casual waking, some daydreaming in bed to set myself up for the day, dream recording, a morning stroll for a cup of coffee and a healthy hearty breakfast to carry me through the ride to my art studio and the hours ahead.
At the studio, of course, I'm working on the Love Show piece,
|for Love Show, in progress|
Usually after 5 or 6 hours at the easel I get bleary-eyed and dehydrated, back crinkled from too much bending to 'get in there', but today I marathoned through at least seven hours of solid work time un-phased. And with glorious results. I love when this happens.
To my pleasant surprise, it was nice out tonight too, the stars making a rare but appreciated appearance in the winter night sky. And I rode my bike fast and hard breathing the air into my lungs and feeling the night whizzing by, scooting around traffic lights and intermittent cars, feeling my heart beating, thinking the world was mine, time was on my side, reminding me that by fortune and blessing, I am alive. And well. And in the zone.
Yes, it was a good day.