May 29, 2020
hair curled, smelling like vanilla and coconuts and spices, skin bronzed from the sun’s rays, soft and smooth and shiny from lathering it in oils, breathing in the therapeutic salt of the sea, sipping on a cold fruity drink, loving life, hearing some soft tunes, some gold around my neck and hips and ankles, reading an old beloved book, listening to gulls, a basket of sandwiches in a picnic basket. it’s my day off and I have no worries at all. no virus in sight. lean from hiking yesterday and today I just rest.
