Vacation.

You look forward to it. You plan it. You dream it. You count the days until it comes.

And then, it’s there. You live it. You feast in it. You absorb it.

It’s ecstasy. It’s breathing. It’s life.

Gone.

And, you wonder how it could go so fast.

Unlike some workdays that stretch into numbing ennui.

Back to the demolition derby: the daily commute.

Back to DC and combustible political rhetoric.

Back to being serviceable.

Dreams of beaches and soft sand and rolling waves that echo in your head,  comforting white noise of bliss.

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