Yesterday was a simple day. A very nice, simple, day as a matter of fact. For once, my persistent internal clock and tired head agreed I could sleep a little extra. I made oatmeal, with some banana slices tossed in and watched ornate tendrils of steam rising and swirling from the black abyss of my mug. I rinsed my bowl and left to visit my friend, the sea. We sat and talked for a while before the sun zapped me straight to sleep on the sand. Merry squeals from a little towheaded girl ran down the beach as she splashed through the foamy mid-morning surf. The cool sea breeze chattered the folded pages of my book-- fighting away the surplus warmth from the sun and all felt right on this nice, simple day. As I walked back from the shore, a woman, who had nothing to give at all said “thank you for smiling.” I stopped, and we spoke a bit about smiling. It was a beautiful, simple day.