long naps on the porch. a good book and a glass of sweet tea. a bike ride on the beach. heavy hanging oak trees. wild armadillos.
fresh orange juice in the morning. sack lunches. soup in the afternoon. fresh seafood. cocktails by the fire in the evening.
familiar faces. family i don't get to see nearly enough. southern hospitality. the feel of my toes in open air.
Today I am dreaming of an escape. A little while to forget about reality. To worry only about which direction on the beach to ride today. Should I sit on the swing or in the rocking chair?
To forget about jobs. and the economy. and relationships. and apartments. and houses. and cars. and responsibilities.
Photos from Cumberland Island, Feb. 2008
1 comment:
yeah. me too.
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