wondrous desire
after what seemed like an unusually long week, i woke up on friday morning with visions of an indulgent but mellow weekend. my fantasy of relaxing days at the beach with friends and intimate nights on the patio over grilled delicacies soon transformed itself into a 3-day soiree that included too much food, not enough sleep, music to match my mood, a tender-to-the-touch sunburn, hours on the dance floor, and the all-too-predictable-but-lovely fireworks spectacle.
i think this is what i love most about summer…the wondrous desire that opens us up to new experiences, spontaneous adventure, and unexpected kisses.
