She longs to disappear, to the ocean, to the coast. Let salty air cleanse her weary heart. Feel the fine sand soothe her broken soul. Allow the tepid water to wipe her troubled mind. Send her spirit into the white capped waves, to escape.
She dreams of being free, nothing to tether her to this world or the next. Nothing making demands of her, no responsibilities to consider, no expectations to manage, no one to hurt her…
But no one to love.
Runaway… Run back home. Be loved. Be present. Be real.
Besides sunning my powder white skin under the Florida sun, what will Mel. do on vacation??
All the things that make me happy.
Swim, write erotica, crochet, write poetry, play with my boys, love, write garbage, chat, search for seashells, write love letters, wear dresses (no, I don’t normally), get sunburned (don’t lecture me), fantasize openly about a different life, write my book (hmm, I’ve missed you, Spencer), sleep and dream about Daddy…
I may even try to read…
And, definitely, I plan to eat lots and lots of fresh produce. Because everything tastes better in Florida.
If I ever escape my life…
If I ever disappear…
If I ever win the lotto…
You can look for me here.
Where the beaches are diverse and amazing.
Where the sun sets in the evening against the ocean waves.
Where old people congregate and make a 38 year old feel young.
Where the sun just feels better, brighter, warmer. More intoxicating.
Where the impossible seems more possible.
Where life feels simpler.
Ahh, but isn’t that why we go on vacation? To live our dreams, if only for a week?
What am I doing on vacation?
Having a love affair… in Florida…
With Florida.
I’m sorry, Ohio… I really don’t miss you at all!
pushing our limits 