Morning in My Neighborhood

Walking home soaking wet from my post-yoga dip in the ocean, a guy in board shorts calls out from his balcony, "How's the water today?" and I say, "It's beautiful!" and he grins and says, "I'm on my way there now." 

 
A block later, a gardener turns off the leaf blower so I can pass without getting blasted and says, "How's the beach?" and I say, "It's beautiful today!" and he smiles and nods like it makes him happy to hear it. 

On the corner, an elderly man dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt tips his hat as I pass and says,"Bueno," and I say, "G'morning" and this huge feeling comes over me like a surprise ocean swell, and it takes me another block to figure it out. 

Home. I'm overwhelmed by this feeling of home.