A cloudy walk to Chapel Island with a view of raindrops dotting the canal.
An Amtrack conductor hanging out of the stopped train waving to me from the tracks overhead as I walk the Capital bike trail. Hello, stranger.
The shift from clouds to sun as I reach the island and walk over to a favorite spot on the far side to survey the river. Nothing much happening today.
Crossing Cary Street and hearing my name called by a friendly wine rep and stopping to chat about the pleasures of outside showers and rooftop bars, both past and future. Top of the Tower? Nope, before my time.
Running into a culture-loving friend in front of the National box office waiting to buy tickets for Trampled by Turtles. He looks at me like he's never seen me in walking attire - shorts and a t-shirt - before, which I then realize he hasn't.
Coming home to a message from a good friend saying, "I miss you! Pick you up at 12:30? Yeah!"
Lunch right here in the 'hood at Lucy's, which is satisfyingly mobbed with eager eaters. A former Floyd Avenue neighbor stops to chat, I wave hello to the cattle farmer and the proprietor tells us there's a real estate convention in town.
The shrimp po' boy salad is stellar, full of fat fried shrimp under a drizzle of thousand island dressing with picture perfect end-of-the-season grape tomatoes still bursting with flavor.
Conversation tumbling out out of both of us as we discuss Cape Charles, not fitting in, out of town restaurateurs and Gullah culture.
Dessert of panna cotta with strawberry coulis, a worthy substitute for our usual post-lunch Rose, off limits since my friend has a meeting after we finish.
Writing assignment completed and ready for my final edit tomorrow, still several days in advance of deadline.
And it's only mid-afternoon. Feeling as sunny as the day turned out to be.