We drove the coast road
Sun glinting on blue water
Surfers atop waves

We headed inland
Our grove filled with orange blossoms
Sweet scents filled the air

At dusk we found wood
And built a roaring campfire
Hot dogs roasted brown

The curved moon was pale
Venus and Mars shone bright white
Stars filled the dark sky

We packed up the car
With food, coats and a tired dog
Started the trek back

Tailights guided us
Home on the crowded highway
Soft warm beds await

A perfect Sunday
Ocean, orange blossoms, campfire
April’s brand new start