Let me tell you about a perfect morning. We rose naturally, not with an alarm but with birdsong and morning sun filtering in through the curtains. This is the first morning of our women’s weekend at the cabin. We each gravitate to our usual breakfasts (yogurt, fruit, granola). Michelle and Jessie both settle in with their books. I go outside to sit on the big rock in front of the cabin, the rock that is cool in the morning and sun-baked in the afternoon.