This past week or so I've been pretty restless. The summer is here and I don't want to waste a second of it. This constant need to "do" has given me slight anxiety - there won't be enough time! Which, of course is nonsense, but we all know I'm irrational at times. So last weekend we took a trip to the beach. We all tumbled out of bed early in the morning and piled in John's car for a trip to the island. Our time spent there was a nice mixture of relaxation and splashing in the waves, throwing a ball around, (I looked for shells). Driving back home I experienced one of those rare moments where happiness just washes over you. Again, we were piled in John's car with the windows down, music up, and we smelled sweet - like salt, sweat, and freedom and our bodies were sunkissed and sandy. As we got farther and farther away from the ocean just confirmed the fact that I need to live near a body of water.
Then last night John suggested that we camp out in the yard. It was the perfect weather for it and the perfect antidote for my restless mood. I needed to be outside, to not feel the confines of the walls around me. Unfortunately, I started the night off a little bratty. I was tired, moody, and my brother, (who slept in the tent with us, John insisted we couldn't leave him out and he was right) was doing what brothers do. But at one point before we all went to sleep, I was looking out the window of the tent and saw a shooting star. And all night, the wind in the trees made this comforting sound, like waves crashing on the beach. And this morning, we were up with the sun. Another wave of happiness hit me. This is summer.
