A Perfect Summer Day

When it is cold and shitty in mid-February, I am going to remember my perfect Summer of 2005 day: Eighty-five degrees at the end of Long Island, sitting at Ditch Plains beach all day, watching the surfers and hanging with my pals Dave and Rachel. Having oysters, gazpacho and beer on the way home on Montauk Highway. Going for a bike ride. Meeting Laurene for early prix fixe dinner and a great gab at Vine Street Cafe, one of Shelter Island's best. To finish it all off, a midnight swim at Hay Beach with glowing microrganisms surrounding me in the water, stirred up by the motion of my limbs, and a carpetful of stars in the sky above. Can life be better?