May 27, 2022

There is time on vacation to unsubscribe from emails I don’t read. There is time to watch a storm roll in and pass through. There is time to finish a novel and drink three cups of coffee. There is time to trace the lines on my husband’s face. There is time to read the news on my own terms. There is time to listen to a musical in its entirety and discuss its plot and implications days later with my children. There is time to choose who and what and how I want to be when I return to real life. There is time to acknowledge vacation is real life, too. There is time to lose track of time here, and plenty of time to find it again.