Last weekend

It was pretty much, almost, a truly glorious weekend with just the right little bits of friends, family and a whole lot of sunshine.  It was outside with iced coffee and ice cream sandwiches-sunshine.  Work/play in the yard-sunshine.  First picnic dinner, first trip of the season to the farmer's market, scrub the lawn furniture, plant some seeds-sunshine.  Forget about the long, rainy, flu days o' winter.  Sunshine.

Now the NY Times is mysteriously back and free.  A Dalai Lama ticket popped up out of the blue.  Taxes are done.  It's sandal time.  Sunshine.

There was a lazy, warm, evening moment with the sun low on the horizon.  A favorite, free (big fan o' free, you know) burrito filled me as I sat on the Temple of Justice steps.  My boys meandered up the Capitol steps across the divide, avoiding a family photography session with big lenses and family members popping out on alternate sides ('70s family band style).  My family, my two, plopped down at the top offset by black doors seven two year olds high.  Sunglasses on.  Their small waves of hello triangulated with the moon high above flags of state and country.  Everything was big and monumental: justice, stone, space, debate, blooms everywhere, and my boy the biggest of all.