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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Bendingmirrors Week 9 Entry: Last Day of Summer

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Last day of summer



The long summer was drawing to a close. Soon we would have to return to real life and all the stresses and pleasures it held. Packing up the house we had rented for the vacation had left me hot, sweaty, and out of sorts. Wanting to hold on to the summer feeling for just a moment longer I rummaged in one of the recently packed bags and extracted a bikini.

While I had been busily packing, the day had become overcast, but the heat of the summer had remained. We would have a summer storm before too long; it was a good thing I had decided to come back to the beach for one last swim now, instead of postponing it until after I had finished packing. It would have been too late then.

The water was mostly calm and reflected the filtered light through the clouds. Sliding into the water, I waded out until I was almost shoulder deep in the salty water. Stretching backward, I admired the view across the shoreline, failing to notice that my husband had followed me out to the water, intent on splashing me. Which was exactly what he did.

Joining in the childish water fight felt almost freeing, even here on a vacation in the warmth we had brought our problems with us. It was nice to be able to just forget it all for a few minutes in the sheer joy of splashing around in the water and remembering what it was like to be young and free.

By the time we were ready to head back, the first drops of rain were peppering the sand. We hustled back to the vacation house, and dressed in companionable silence.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so tense Em. I just ... well, you know. It’s been hard to leave it all behind and just try to relax.”

“I know, babe. I have faith it will all work out fine though. We just needed this break to remind us to relax a little. Maybe we needed to reconnect away from all the big city pressures too.”

I felt his arm slip around my waist, and knew that no matter how long it took to pack up this house and head back home. A small part of it would stay with us in our day to day lives over the next year, until we could come back here again and simply be for a while.

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