I want to go to there....this is something I find myself almost always saying as the week comes to an end and I take my first deep breath...sad, I know. Actually, sometimes it happens in the middle of the week or even at the very beginning. If it has water, waves, sand, my husband and some music, I typically want to go to there. Somehow, the urge this week seems stronger than ever. Its November and its only 60 degrees in Colorado so I shouldn't even begin to complain about the cold, but there is a need for that one last sunburn, that one last salty lips kiss, no socks kind of freedom I am yearning for. I am happy in this place when I go there.
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