Slice of Heaven

The other night at the bar, when I ask Matthew what his favorite part of a woman is, he tells me that it’s the space where the back of the thigh connects with the bottom of the butt cheek. "Right here," he says as he touches me and pulls me closer to him. He smiles. “It’s a slice of heaven,” he sighs. Slice of heaven. I haven’t heard the phrase often, but I like it. And, today, that’s exactly the phrase that comes to mind as I’m driving down the Pacific Coast Highway. Do you know the road? Pacific Coast Highway, PCH, Highway 1 is an amazing road that winds through the mountains of California while kissing the shores of the Pacific. It’s absolutely beautiful!!! As I drive along, I smell the beaches and I hear Tom Petty croon the lyrics to Mary Jane’s Last Dance on my radio. It's 90 degrees (32.2 celsius). A cloudless, crystal blue sky is above me and the light hum of the car’s engine is beneath me. Mountains are to my left. And, the ocean is to my right. This is California ... and it's truly a slice of heaven ...