(19) picnics

You have your sandwiches (turkey or ham) with choice of cheese (Swiss or cheddar) and condiments (Dijon mustard or fat-free mayo). You have your honey-wheat pretzel twists, and a little hummus to dip them in. You have candy left over from the movie last night, a nearby Circle K to sell you ridiculously cheap fountain soda, a plaid blanket for sitting, and a big, wide-open, sleepy-on-a-Friday city park with a towering unused Victorian gazebo of a bandstand just five minutes away. And a perfect, perfect day, blindingly sunny with just a hint of chill in the air, maybe a little too cool in the shade, but in the sun warm enough that even though you're heading into late November, you're still sharing space with bees and butterflies. So why not have a picnic? Why not sit for a while with your sunglasses on and the sun on your bare face and arms and toes?

Why not?