Good Morning San Diego

Hey ever heard "Play Misty for Me?" we are still in that mode, almost rain, just enough to make the skin on your cheeks tingly and cold. The fog horn is blowing softly and the billows of white are slowly rolling over the cliffs and across the bay. The city towers are almost hidden, and everything is quiet and damp. Even this cigarette boat slipped quietly out of the marina, ready to go screaming across the water with an adrenilin pumped Fathers Day Dad behind the wheel, mom and all the kids white faced and trying to catch their breath in the cockpit. (I'm glad they have to wait to get out into the channel before they can blow out the eardrums of anything within a mile). I'm still into soft foggy thoughts, so here is a comparison for you, which magnolia blossom is softer to the touch and more desireable to smell? The pristine white petal just unfurled in the warm sunrise, or yesterdays sable leather faded bloom? I'll give you a hint: For the new bloom, think back when you were a kid and loved to slide your hand over the warm just melted candle wax that left a hint of a new layer of skin on your fingers, and the warm smokey sweet sent as it peeled off. For the old bloom, think of the first time you were lucky enough to feel the buttery slide of freshly tanned doe hide leather, cuddly, immediately warm ,earthy and fresh at the same time. I think I will cuddle back in bed with my chamois comforter and dozen fresh magnolia blossoms and tell my husband "Happy Fathers Day!"