I enjoy how my 'happy places' in my head vary depending on who I'm around, what I'm doing, how I'm feeling.
A dull winter Monday where the sun is nothing but a soft ache. This makes me think of my happy place is Naples, Florida. Drinking coffee at 7:30 with Bo after Dad and I finish a run, and Bo has been up for a few hours, casually. She breezes through the morning paper and current novel with ease, and ready to talk through a tournament of Tennis before her first cup of coffee. I so admire this morning spirit. The waves crash outside, teasing us to come to the sand, barely 100 yards away.
A tepid June Tuesday in Virginia and the sun's growing confidence. This makes me crave the Colorado peaks. We can't satisfy ourselves despite craving the heat in early spring rainstorms. While we finally have the sun, I cannot feel more drawn to the opposite season with bluebird skies and fresh snow- undisturbed, peaceful.
A foggy Wednesday morning around the Hudson. This makes me look back at the relaxed Virginia afternoon. Easy clouds float behind the hill and we hear the gravel as a background track to our windows down and radio songs.
A stuffy Thursday stuck in Thayer. This makes me long for the cobblestone streets of any small city outside our own borders. Maybe we head to a market for breakfast, but only after a coffee to say good morning. Simultaneously, these days are empty and full. Elated by possibility, we cannot wait to start living this day.
A unimpressive Friday alone. This makes me dream of days away from these East Coast fences, trees, and cities. Take me West and away. Hands out the window as this trip uncovers bits and pieces we didn't know existed. Let's blare our songs from the car and fall in love in each other's arms.
Tepid