Beautiful Day

Driving up to Saco, Maine yesterday on a gorgeous day.

Looking around, digging the feeling of freedom that permeates the atmosphere on a long weekend.

You give people one extra day off and it feels like heaven. Actually, in today's world, few people actually get a three day weekend because few people work traditional jobs, but still, a long weekend has magic in it. A different feel.

People sitting on concrete steps in front of their house, facing the sun and smoking a butt. Lawn chairs, some bravely exposed, others inside netted tents.

Even cars sitting in driveways look more peaceful.

People seem to move slower. That holiday feel strips away survival anxiety.

Groups of people doing things, and not doing things.

Empty lawn chairs at sunset suggest a day enjoyed.

Lots of beer bellied, t-shirted guys, beer in hand, walking around the yard like wealthy landowners.

Kids, laughing.

Motorcycles.

The tress so very damn green, as brilliant sunshine slants through and illuminates.

A gentle wind.

There is almost a defiant casualness to the way we humans strut our stuff on days like this. The human spirit comes alive when it is not held down under somebody else's boot, and even though it is short lived, there is a power that emanates from experiencing honest essence revealed.

There is an element of fighting through, of not giving up, mixed in there as well. Time away from work, however fleeting, and the human spirit surges to the surface demanding to be noticed, enjoyed and celebrated.

Beautiful day yesterday.