They live in such a way that one, when in their presence, feels ALIVE.
He plays jazz trumpet.
She cannot be reduced to one sentence.
We're lucky enough to live directly across the street.
They get 500 pound pumpkins from their farmer friend in Half Moon Bay to display each October. They build elaborate graveyards in their front yard. They have a room devoted to their train set.
Our children press their faces against to window to watch ... What will unfold?
This Halloween, their new endless pool will be heated and our kids will experience the waterfall, the zero-depth entry, the kayak in the water, the purple lights, the swimming in place, the bench in the water.
Why not?
Our carpe diem neighbors are retired, living their technicolor dreams.
Life is a canvas, to be painted.
It makes me want to color mine. A passion play.
With no ending.
