recipe for a perfect weekend morning

Mix in abundant amounts with wreckless abandon in no particular order:

-smell of autumn in air coupled with the smell of morning in the town that you love
-leaves crunching under your feet as you wave hello to friends and acquaintances on way to restaurant
-good fair trade coffee and omlettes in favorite independent, second-story restaurant in a town that feels like home
-a good bit of drowsiness due to getting up at 10 am after crazy fun had night before dancing and partying with good friends until the sun came up
-two best friends, also in same state of drowsiness, engaging in hilarity over stupidly enjoyable and entertaining conversation about night before and other things
-comfy t-shirt and jeans, favorite pashmina
-feeling like you have all the time in the world to live in the moment and not wanting to be any place on earth but where you are

This will be me in nine weeks. I can feel the glow of the moment already.