It's always hard to leave the beach.
A week full of family, great food, and fun.
Although it is difficult to face
the reality of the work week ahead,
I found bittersweet solace in the long drive home.
I jumped in my jeep after
taking the top down. The doors were off
and the radio was turned up loud.
It was late July and
the breeze was warm on my face.
I watched the sun setting from behind
my purple sunglasses. The smell of the salt
water still lingered in my hair and
the sand from my flip flops now
on the gas pedal as I drove.
Thinking about the water slides I rode and the
new earrings I bought. Listing the activities I didn't do and vowing
to get them done on the next trip.
I drove pass trees and fields, under over passes, and
over bridges above water.
As it got darker the stars guided me on the road. The smell
of back yard campfires got stronger. The chill in the air was
a reminder that summer would soon be over.
The drive home is
always longer than the drive there
it is neither exciting or fun. The open road before me
I sat alone in my jeep,
such a relaxing end to a busy week.
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