I know I just got back from vacation, two mini-vacations in fact, but still I keep traveling in my mind all day long. I’m glad to be home, glad to be getting back to my routine and my art, but there’s something about summer that makes my mind wander. Maybe it was all those years of a school schedule, or two summers studying abroad, but it feels like summer should be different—like maybe it’s not meant to be spent at home, at least not all of it.
I’m dreaming of long vacations by the coast—Italy, England, Sea Ranch (on the Northern California coast). I’m dreaming of lazy days with a cool breeze and lingering lunches, followed by naps in the sun.
Summer smells like vacation to me, especially at night when the air is just cooling down, but there’s this buttery sweet feeling to it. Oh, how I wish I could be off for a month or two to somewhere blue, but I will have to settle for dreaming, at least until the end of September when I go on my honeymoon.