Remembering the Adventures
The ocean waves softly roaring-
The chair in the corner where I dream.
The bright blue sky and the cool breeze-
The desk by the window where I write.
I flash back to those happy summer days…
The sun warms my shoulders and my hair blows in the wind, tickling my back.
I can feel the gritty sand under my feet and the ice cold water of the Atlantic shocks me every time.
I walk along in the foam left behind by the waves and try to imagine a life here.
Brightly colored buildings line a cobblestone street,
overlooking a bay full of small sailboats
and beautiful people laughing and running down the beach.
Musicians line the sidewalk, entertaining the crowds and vendors sell handmade jewelry to the passersby.
I drift into a serene state momentarily before drowsily awakening to my room again…
The fan buzzes in the corner and the dog snores softly under my chair.
I pull aside the lace curtains and the sun beams in strongly..
A mug of fresh coffee steams on the table beside me.
I glance over at the postcards, the travel journal, the receipts, the stack of coins.
I smile to myself,
Remembering the adventures.