If only I could bottle vacation anticipation… I’d place it on my bathroom shelf, pull it out when I need new air to breathe, rub a little vacation nectar on my temples like lavender essential oil to summon peace and relaxation that only comes from change of scenery. No television. No life interruptions.
Sea gulls sail overhead.
Hypnotic ocean views hold me spellbound.
Fresh salmon with strawberry salsa for dinner…
Maybe I’ll edit a short story. And pay a few bills. Those bills always lurk in the imposing stack of after-vacation mail.
A cardinal swoops across the pool and lands on the fencepost.
Lucy and Annabelle follow on my heels, curl at my feet…
As life quickly returns to normal, I realize my normal is damn good.