This weekend is the end of May, on the second of June school is done and summer starts for real.
Remember that last few minutes of the last hour of the last day of the school year? The felling of excitement, the dreams of all the things you wanted to do, and anticipation of the fun you were going to have.
Swimming, camping, playing ball, or just hanging out with your friends. Summer was an adventure to be sipped like a wine, enjoyed slowly so you didn’t miss out on any of it. No cares, no worries, just relaxing and having fun.
As we get older life gets complicated and vacations get shorter and more stressful. We make plans, set itineraries, and tie ourselves to schedules. It seems we have forgotten what made vacation so great as a kid. To lay back and go with the flow, to take it as a great adventure never knowing what might be around the next turn in the road.
The road goes on and I must follow if I can, neither knowing or caring where it leads.