We’re camping tonight.

On the coast of Putuo, Zhoushan.

What I like to call China’s Hawaii.

The low is 75, but I’m wrapped in a blanket to ward off the gregarious mosquitos.

While I was writing this I heard “sister” and what do I see but Ydel on the top of one of the food trucks lining the street.

Tomorrow this moment will have passed, so for today I appreciate the now.