Here’s to travel. To riding new highways. Sleep in new beds under white feather spreads. Here’s to new people who touch your heart, and seeing old friends who already reside there. Here’s to fake conifers disguising cell phone towers. Here’s to new food--to cucumber tartines and café au lait in soup bowls. Here’s to the peaceful ocean. To stretching new muscles. To running in sand. To flower walks. Alien Mary on canvas and green alien in a flying burger. Sun pouring in unfamiliar windows. Beds of dahlias. Memorials to the dead. Clouds high in unfamiliar skies. Pale feet bare against green green grass. Red wine and hilarity on the back patio. Conversant scotty dogs.

And of course, here’s to that thimblefull of diet peach snapple.