day 31
Beach on the Brain
For the first time in my life, I have returned from a vacation that I cannot stop thinking about. It's not that anything spectacular transpired; it did not. Instead, I was able to press, PAUSE.
I had my own bathroom and a marble shower large enough to drench an army of Navy Seals. I could wash my hair and polish my toenails and shave my legs without colliding into anything. When I fell asleep, I slept deeply, dreaming in lush corals and greens. Nothing stirred me; I thought I was five in my parents' house. I ate good ice cream and very bad donuts and wore bowling shoes too big for me. I didn't want to come home.
Red Beach Summer. Wish You Were Here.
June 20th Etsy Treasury
Wanda Fleming, Curator
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