We went for an impromptu picnic dinner last week. It was 30 degrees celsius and sunny at 7pm after I got home from work. We grabbed fruits, drinks and snacks at the local Whole Foods, unfolded blankets and set up camp at the far end of a baseball pitch. We munched carrots while I tried to explain the rules of baseball to my non-American hubby. It was the first time in weeks that I walked out of the house in shorts and flip flops. The heat, the sun, the slow cool breeze, the grass between my toes. It was a 10/10 day in my books.