Sunburnt and stiff from a long day driving, I’m home; yet, not wanting to face the realities of vacation’s end, of work and pressure and tasks that want doing, I live still far away, in sun and sand and sea.
I’ve unpacked my things, but can still smell the scent of travel on my skin. There’s still sand in my flip-flops.
I don’t want to be home, and facing life’s little insanities. Always, the trouble with vacations is that they end.
3 thoughts on “Returning, alas”
Welcome home, Daddy-o. We missed you.
We, the royal “we,” or “we” the collective K-to-the-E fanbase.
You’ve heard about the rich retired folks who stay on cruise ships year round?
Now I’m not saying that a cruise ship would be the best place to live–but they are on VACATION all year long!
Wonder if it would get old…wonder if you’d get used to it.
Glad you are back.
This is a piece of gorgeous prose, KarlElvis. Seriously beautiful. Thank you.