A few people get it. Every now and again I'm sitting on a patio with a friend of a friend, or riding in the back seat of a car, or outside of a pub, and someone gets it. We exchange stories about places we have lived, and we talk about the journey. It's lovely and fleeting, the feeling of understanding and being understood.
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Also lovely, in a whole different way, is a day spent lounging by the pool. The water is suddenly warm enough to swim without involuntary shrieks when you get in the water. I have a book, and the sun is hot.
I am getting spoiled by this, by flipflops and not bringing a coat along, by sunglasses and sitting in a lounge chair. It is so wonderful. Some people live this way all the time. I lived this way for two years. I am sure I did not appreciate it enough, even though I know that I did appreciate it. Just maybe not as much as I would now after five (five!) more winters in the northern United States of America.
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I had sworn off chocolate for a while, but this weekend has wrecked that plan. Wrecked.
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Also lovely, in a whole different way, is a day spent lounging by the pool. The water is suddenly warm enough to swim without involuntary shrieks when you get in the water. I have a book, and the sun is hot.
I am getting spoiled by this, by flipflops and not bringing a coat along, by sunglasses and sitting in a lounge chair. It is so wonderful. Some people live this way all the time. I lived this way for two years. I am sure I did not appreciate it enough, even though I know that I did appreciate it. Just maybe not as much as I would now after five (five!) more winters in the northern United States of America.
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I had sworn off chocolate for a while, but this weekend has wrecked that plan. Wrecked.
1 comment:
i'm pretty sure i mostly get it.
miss you.
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