The dog woke me up at 6:00 this morning to the most amazing sunrise. It wasn’t a sunrise limited to the horizon – it was everywhere, like the very air I was breathing was diffused pink and gold light. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

The whole day was like that – light suspended in air. I took this picture around 5:00 p.m. outside my house:

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On a day like that it’s easy to write about fairy tales and magic.

I learned earlier this evening that the man I learned about fairy tales and magic from is coming to Santa Barbara next month. I will finally get to see and hear Neil Gaiman speak, and if I’m lucky, meet him. Needless to say I had ordered my ticket within about 30 seconds of getting the news.

As one friend noted just now, the number of good things happening is really getting unreal. You know what, though? I’ll take it. And I’ll try to take good care of all of it, and not take any of it for granted.