Monday Home





We all took Monday off. And we all left at varying times after breakfast. It felt like we’d been on camp and I felt a certain kind of sadness to leave and go home. 

Oh, I missed Ben, of course, but I could have sent for him. (sent for him, do you like that) All that sand and surf, wouldn't it be a nice lifestyle, isn't it a nice lifestyle. I could have romped with him in the shallows, got him all covered in sand...

Anyway, against everything I was feeling, I packed myself and Harley up in the car and drove away.

"I looked at Harley, in the rear vision mirror, and he looked at me. "Let's go kiddo." I slid the sunroof open and selected 1st gear. He looked out the car window like he was taking one last look.

There is that certain melancholy which is specific to the conclusion of time away with friends. We all had such a good time, we want to hold onto the carefree feeling. You don't want to leave and head back to your life, to the grind and routine of it all, but you have to. That's how the world keeps spinning, hey?


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