What first comes to mind is a sunday morning in san diego out by the pond in the backyard with the goldfish in it. Im tired and its early but I feel good. The air is...new. Warm yet cool because it cannot hold humidity like it does where im used to. This is San Diego air and the best day of my life was a hung over Sunday morning on New Years day, my art journal and a black pencil in my hand. Something about the stillness and that sky the kind of blue it cannot get here because of the atmosphere and because the air over Newark is brown, an azure blue and I don't even know what azure means but it reminds me of adobe cottages with orange roofs and the way blue looks next to orange. It pops. So every building in san diego is punctuated by an ultramarine sky and Ive never painted a landscape but that place makes me want to go to the marina and paint some god damn boats.
So my best day ever would happen in san diego. Maybe its only eating a hot fudge sunday or walking gigi on the beach but the best day in any other place would never be as good.