Monday, January 3, 2011
The sunrise is so consistently beautiful at the beach that it is hard to find new words to describe it, like too much vacation, I just start to take it for granted. Today, the fire-y pink oozed over the horizon like melted frosting on a too-warm cake, and I remember, it is the last day of the holiday break, and time to throw out all the excess from the celebrations. Time to get back to work, but not quite yet, one more day of radiant warmth, of writing when I want, reading, napping and enjoying the lack of schedule.
And taking down the tree, washing clothes, organizing the week, organizing the work, organizing the travel schedule, and oh my god, look at my desk. When is the next day off?
No comments:
Post a Comment