3.08.2015

60 Days of Sunshine

I went to sleep thinking I was laying on the beach. This morning I woke up disappointed comfortably tucked in my bed with no sand in my hair. It must have been the lifestyle story for a flip flops brand that I’m currently working that disillusioned me. Well I must have written a compelling one I hope.

I'm never a beach person but how I would love to trade places to be there right now. I can picture myself dipping my toes into the cool waters, the sound of the lapping waves kissing the shore, the crunching sand between my toes, the smell of brine and sunscreen in the air. It would be perfect to curl up with a great book and laze on the sand all day. 

The forthcoming days of prolonged sunshine is upon us. Come to think of it I never do enjoy the warm season in fact I dreaded it the most. It was the harbinger of discomfort, the sun blazing in all its glory, the humid air blowing on my face making me feel all prickly and sticky of sweat. I admit I was not really appreciative of summer days mainly because its presence does not really make a difference for us living in the tropics. Having only dry and wet season it would just be any other day only more intense. Days of bliss are only apparent for students who are out of classes but for a working gal like me I hardly have any vacation.

When the weary bones of city life takes its toll on me there's nothing that salt water can cure. How I long for days where I can be magically transported to the pristine white sand, the gorgeous gradient of green to the deep cerulean blue waters of our local resorts only 30 minutes from where I am but seemingly so far away. Deep sigh..

Can I have that too at least once? I swear I'll make my 60 days of sunshine worth it. 


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Where'd You Go, Bernadette

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