The sun is present and warm, yawning lazily, brazen, feigning coy licks, ignoring that his absence these past long months has been palpable and painful. Nonchalant. Complain I will not. My legs are bare, my various pairs of stretched out bits of hosiery stashed under my bed, praying for good. I am going to the beach for a quick escape this weekend. My bathing suit will stay at home, but, finally, the fantasy of a scene by a beautiful lake, by some shore along some large and palpitating body of water, cool and sparkling, is no longer cruelly absurd.
(image taken from A Well Traveled Woman)